For You: The Bridge (Copperopolis), Grant Lee Buffalo

Crossing the bridge where many lean to see over the rail; to glance the trembling stream. Others stare to the center fearful it may sway. And those who would choose to turn back the other way. But you and me have our own bridge to cross. Let's not make any excuses. I came upon someone's used and yellow paperback. A collection of someone's dreams and their meanings conveyed...seems to dream of a bridge denotes a thousand different things if the planks are secure or the rope is broke or frayed, but you and me have our own bridge to cross....weather-worn, sea-tossed. We've our own bridge to cross. Let's not make any excuses.