#ttee_travis

I’ll cross the bridge when I get there

get where? I don’t know

will the trees be gold? will the clouds be pink? will the sky glow lavender?

I don’t really want to think

about all that

or whether the bridge is wood or metal

or cement or brick

or shiny or matt or thin or thick

I just want the wind to blow

not strong or weak but just right;

not gently, not a hurricane

The yellow of soft melted butter,

In the wind the petals flutter.

It is the sweet scent

Of pure enjoyment