The river seems calm tonight,
From up here.
Or do the waves lap roughly,
Like high winds.
Navy looks pretty
Under gunmetal grey.
And the sea foam bridge cuts
Through misty skies.
Traffic noise from the city
Drowns the mind.
Thoughts may enlighten,
But may poison, too.
Dive to see wings spread out wide,
Flying low.
But featherless arms will not blunt
The impact.