the posse scampers forth from the shadows
Fresh as a newborn’s breath,
the Count, Cece, Rita Socorrista, and perhaps Velmina
take the fountain plunge
Froth and foam is lit from below
as beams reach for the night
A splash and a laugh sound from within the burble and shimmer
In the thick of Plaza Colonia congestion
the quick wit of furley cognoscenti creates Oasis Cavort
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