sky rests a little on slate waves
and this road is a black braid under me
that separates the desert and the beach
tides that separate me and you
tides that bind us
and tarmac unfolds, a gray clay band
it is a ribbon of gulls and dust
wind blows across the dunes
lizards airdance on hot sand and
sky rests a little on slate waves
this is the road where she gets
into the back of the black car and i
can see her when i turn my head
or look into the mirror in the dark
and this road is a black braid under me
here died the son of the man who
planted these palm trees all the way
from town to bloody accident spot
they grow so well along the asphalt
that separates the desert and the beach
on the backs of oyster gulls we fly
arrow straight and i think of us
all the time, and life and death
and what we want and the
tides that separate me and you
this is when i kiss your lips and
sit with you on one seat when we drive
warm sides together where we touch
familiar fit and the steady
tides that bind us
zebra can run up to 65km/h. they combine this fast running with excellent stamina and zig-zagging motions to try and evade predators that chase them.
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