A giraffe man
He walks like a giraffe, lumbering with clumsy effort, and I follow, because I love a parade, and zoos are a close second.
He crosses the road. There is no traffic, which is a miracle for this time of day.
The lunch crowd surges on the sidewalk. I follow, of course, because I love his giraffe walk and the hunch of his skinny shoulders, and his height adds to the effect. I’m…