It is not today that I play dress-up
Not today that I put on a costume and act strangely
That will be tomorrow
When what was will be again
If only in a shadow of what was before
Seated among successors still clad in blue and gold
The offered presence itself an offering
Opened to any if taken by few
Too few
Yet more than might have otherwise been thought
And perhaps happier
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