4/12/19 – Bridges

Jeff Bridges loved crisps with ridges.
Deep ones. Long ones.
Proper dusty flavoured ones.
The kind that made his nose twitch,
His eyes widen, his tongue dance,
His tastebuds paint a picture of simpler times –
A time of climbing trees, jumping in puddles,
Making mistakes and learning from them,
Nuanced debate, helping out your neighbour,
Singing in the bath, smiling at strangers.
Jeff Bridges loved crisps with ridges
(But not shitty cheese and onion ones. Yuck!)

© Carl Burkitt 2019