Tomorrow
Tomorrow
we are
bones and ash,
the roots of weeds
poking through
our skulls.
Today,
simple clothes,
empty mind,
full stomach,
alive, aware,
right here,
right now.
simple clothes,
empty mind,
full stomach,
alive, aware,
right here,
right now.
Drunk on music,
who needs wine?
who needs wine?
Come on,
Sweetheart,
let’s go dancing
while we’ve
still got feet.
Sweetheart,
let’s go dancing
while we’ve
still got feet.
by David Budbill
from While We've Still Got Feet
Copper Canyon Press, 2005