Bridge, Night

It is rare to be alone on the Colorado Street Bridge.
To be on it alone at night is temptation
to leave your shoes
to leave the car
to walk.
Where would you go?
Would you slip tiptoe through neighborhoods west or east, spy on the wealthy, risk dobermans and insecurity guards?
Or would you slink down damp embankment moss into the dark underneath?
Trolls might be real.

A car comes. So. Temptation's moment passes. You exhale and accelerate.