Saturday, May 24, 2008

The Bridge

He walked across the bridge with a swagger.

A heavy gold chain around his neck,

glittering from the disappearing sunlight.

His body was square and solid;

his strides bold and confident.

Only his eyes gave him away.

They darted from side to side,

anxiously searching the crowd.

Finally they rested on the subject of his pursuit.

The muscles in his face relaxed.

And though he didn’t smile,

his demeanor registered pleasure and relief.

His pace slowed, his back straightened and

he seemed to expand his chest and strut like a peacock

Spreading his feathers for his chosen mate.