The man in the photo is a green shoot of a man
a slim-waisted sprig
a pocket-watch spring
with ears like the wings of a jumbo jet.
He’ll take off and you better catch on.
The shades of white and grey can’t hide
his technicolour visions.
Through the creased paper protrudes
a jaunty ambition swelling by the second.
I think his rakish moustache just sprouted another hair.
I know how he’ll unfurl.
He will build empires.
He will populate the earth.
He will feed multitudes.
He will shower the land with dollar bills.
Then: a modest monument, a humble knighthood,
a self-commissioned portrait hanging in the hallway.
But let’s keep this a secret
or he’ll never get over himself.
From: https://www.mascarareview.com/tiffany-tsao/
Date: 2012
By: Tiffany Tsao (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 
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