On that one side of paradise
In the Tropic of Cancer
Along past warehouses and water towers
Their backs turned squarely
To the train that bumps and glides on the tracks
My head leaning against the window
I watch houses roll past me
I see them as others do not
I am offered a view into other lives
Even if it's just for a minute

This poem is about: 
My community


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