On The Rise

You are golden
Like the mysteries
Of a lost, lonely jungle,

A photographed crowd
At a Victorian ball,

A heatwave in spring,

The laughter of wild animals,

A winding ancient path
That leads to a fortified town –

The clown we once knew
Is the new king we crown.

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