Love undulates like Zebulon the ram
on a surfboard trying to catch a ride,
very slippery with his cloven hooves,
everyone stares at the tup on the lam.
Will he flee beyond the southern border,
if he escapes what becomes of his bride,
lashed to the board, will he make the right moves,
left behind, she questions his intentions.
Tear the world asunder, he seeks order,
enters a tube to coast past patrol boats,
answers the observers questions with flight,
ripping left and right, cutting hard, he floats
Under the nets, set to catch surfers bright
shooting the curl to split without mention.
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