From a poet’s zoo memory
Comes his zebra from neck
Craning from zoo enclosure.

Now, he is Maximum dead.
A zebra happens a cartoon.
Here it goes, in bare outline.

Since of no flesh and bones,
You put as much as you like.
Zebras are soo open-bodied.

(Remembering the high-strung cartoon poet Max Ritvo who had passed a year ago)

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