looking at its southward peripheral chunk,
fantasising about bright petals in a vacant stare,
as the air filled with temptation's funk.
An insatiable thirst for pollen soon overcame him,
as his leaves began to rustle against his device.
A protrusion was born from this sinful whim,
strong and solid like the arctic ice.
Diligent and brisk strokes were delivered to his bole,
and aurora burst forth from the cortex.
A great force bellowed from within this pole,
and a tempestuous tide broke through the fortress.
The closing zipper symbolised the end of this battle,
with the paper in the can bearing his mule's saddle.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017
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