Shining above a
city of diamonds,
On limestone hills
that stretch out like tree roots
From the base of
the Tenasserim
Range,
The grand citadel
of Khao Wang salutes.
Mongkut’s summer
palace and royal wat
Adorn each rise like flooding waterfalls;
Sweeping porches
perched on the counterslopes,
Bougainvilleas potted
near plastered walls.
Beyond the
tricoloured paper petals
Are massed stands
of dormant leelawadee,
Branches
reaching upward like amorous hands
Studded with buds soon to be flowered free.
Away from the
crowds a silence glistens,
Wise men must
gaze, a wiser soul listens.
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