Tomorrow Poem by David Wolf Budbill

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.

Drunk on music,
who needs wine?

Come on,
Sweetheart,
let's go dancing
while we still
have feet.

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David Wolf Budbill

David Wolf Budbill

Cleveland, Ohio
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