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Tomorrow

David Budbill
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. 

Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org.

Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org.

David Budbill

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