If the zoo map was all he thought about,
Not the zoo or animals, just the map,
He knew how hard it would be not to walk
Its pathways towards the rhinoceros,
Knowing his way so sure from his studies,
But wants life in a map that is no guide.
How to ignore his yen for closing time,
When every creature turns blue and private,
Late stayers rounded up while the zoo warns
Gently about day’s end while dropped maps fly.
She, of course, he knew, would try the same,
Failing in the same ways less angrily.
Meeting by the gift shop. Could they help it?
Walking nude past stiff animal shadows.

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