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For the Love of Zebras From the back seat of the cruiser,
everything October came up zebras.
Striped trees that lined
narrow, winding streets;
striped people waiting in crosswalks
for the light to change.
The accused sat distorted
in metal handcuffs
for the ride to jail,
knowing only that he tried
to ward off a predator's advances.
And he became the victim.
The arresting officer, striped too,
sporting a suit of arrogance,
wished not to hear the victim's tale.
He only loved zebras.
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