Captain Z
Captain Zigzag dresses in electric purple and green
Brings his serpentine line of truth to capture
His lost servants in ways never before seen
Freeing them from whatever rapture
Leis floating floating on the cool breeze
To whom could I tell this and who will believe?
Murkha and I are circling the research park.  The Lion's Park is empty save for birds.  Many pedalers of all types are out again today.  Up ahead is one that is so yellow and black that even the saddlebags are as well as the pedaler dressed in those colors.  Another has a dog in a basket over the back wheel.  The geese flap their wings seeing the roadies pass.  A few more errand runners are between the redone road and the  natasal.  At the shop I take leave of Murkha who rounds  the corner to see the cruiser king.  Through  the treacherous triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot.  From there between the lakes the sufferers are catching the white capped waves while the joggers are in the pedaling lane acting as hurdles.  At the pitch another game has just ended but it's hard to tell who won.  Under the first highway to the main street heeding the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa shows the way to the asrama where Murkha is greeted by Cecil Bruner and company. 
It's a miracle Mom tonight's dress is going on so co-opperatively that they have longer to play before mangal arati when they'll receive the devotees again.