Drivers, hungry and bored, clamber home over the bridge
in congested lines. Tree swallows distract and amuse,
swooping and gliding along the river: glinting arcs
in their own supper quest.
Pedestrian shadows elongate in the lowering light.
A lone runner on her fifth interval muses
as she accelerates past the earth-stuck cars.
Her arms are wings this time.
She is pulled forward, pumping
and pulsing—faster, farther—feathers fluttering
Around her flowing form as it crests the bridge.
Twilight deepens; the bridge lights flicker on.
The birds, not sated yet, sail on still searching.
Repeat. She jogs back down to her start line to begin again.