MY GIRAFFES IN TAMPA

Three giraffes stand tall against the sky
on the other side of the Bay –
their metal frames designed as cranes
to lift large loads from land
to boats quite able to hold
what man puts in their holds.

Their gift to my imagination
transcends their early purposes.

The engineering skills that placed them there
were unaware that I would come along
and play with them.

I’m grateful that I can look across of the Bay
and marvel at the necks
that impress me and more.

I think they’re growing longer.

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