when El Volcán de Fuego finally lost his cool
over great grandpappy Saturn's
unrelenting insinuations,
erupting in a fiery retort,
peeking and leaking from his
piqued, oblique peak.
a passing posse of effusive water droplets,
resolved to chill the stressed out atmosphere
with a collective instilling of will,
huddled in a curdling, crayola corona,
wrought on the rays of
diffracted distraction
haunting the air round the reticent moon.
and all to entertain a spirited assembly of spinach.
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