She will fly again

 The long night over head.
A city full of bridges and highways.
Overpass after overpass.
Nonstop transit.

The lost souls and I looked upward in those last hours of darkness.
It's a monoplane positioning itself to land on the highway.
Complaining in long winded sighs it's motor makes.
Because the traffic below won't make space.

The small structure wobbles and shudders.
Like a shopping trolley down a steep street.
Then rebalances itself as if suddenly a gocart.
It comes down horrorfying motorists.

Avoids the laggards swiveling this way and that.
Falling suddenly forward then jumping violently back.
Until it finds it's cruise speed, the tiny wheels adjust to the roadway.
Slowing and gracefully pulling into a pitstop, intact, she will fly again.