Harp Monster

From out my window

I see the city that never sleeps

Dip n dot people like ants line the streets

Wowed by the sky scraper windows

Whose prisms seem to tickle the sky

My imagination remains stagnant

So I turn to the bones of a time gone by

The live architecture

Walking on prehistoric land

I think of the lovely bones

Sculpt the image with the clay in my hand

Modeling it affectionately

First the neck

Steely cedar

Trunk reaching sky

An animal with the grace of a harp

But a size to petrify!