Six Foot Giraffe, by Kyle Smith
I know it’s spring, but everybody knows California always does it first.
Saw this on the news. Bears an eerie resemblance to my friend George. Hide your tacos.
I’ve got some friends.
George the Poet. This day is his birthday.
Met a lot of folks since living in Los Angeles, but he stands a bit taller than most to me.
We told Fall it’s got no business around here. CicLAvia was beautiful.
Never the place, always the people.
Duncan the navigator. George the poet. Drew the holiday. Ashley the dancer. Alexis the Sun. Jacquelynne the Italifornian. Colby the certain. Christina the welcoming. Mike the noble.
“We live in a city full of stars but can’t see any in the sky.”
— George Danelli, the poet.