Unless you were looking for the 404 page, you took a wrong turn. As an Easter egg, here’s an old poem.

JOGGING AGAINST TRAFFIC ON THE INTERSTATE BRIDGE 

dark pastel
dawn chromes / the

dammed river-
lake fogged / by

a.m. autumn
birds fall / like

fighter jets
traffic slams / this 

highway 
bridge above / the

*

       river dammed
       pastel dark / in

       autumn a.m.
    fall’s birds / are

       way high 
  slam traffic / are

       jet fighters
    above bridge / and

       fogged lake
       chroming dawn /