California
Vulcan!
O ye, Fire God,
Begone!
Leave our golden land,
this avocado place,
where orange poppies ignite the springtime hills!
We scream out to Chaac,
our Mayan friend,
to bring it on,
his axe made of bullet proof lighting,
to make rain today,
colliding with burning clouds of ash,
that falls on our city
like bogus snow.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2017
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