Tomorrow
I will take the time to linger by the lake,
To touch my toe tips to its cool surface and watch the flash of fish
Slip beneath the weeds.
Tomorrow I will pluck a daisy, counting off the petals,
Each one a vindication or a soft rejection, who needs that kind of
Fickle love anyway?
Tomorrow I will bake the bread, rolling and kneading and
Watching it rise, the smell of warm yeasty goodness almost making me
Swoon with giddiness.
Tomorrow I will honor the friends whose days were cut short,
I’ll wear patchouli on my wrists and dress in a gypsy skirt, maybe with bells
Announcing my arrival.
Tomorrow
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I will connect the families and care for all the children…..tomorrow.
tomorrow is the problem
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And that’s the point of the poem. A+
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Roll on tomorrow
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There was a bar in my hometown that had a sign up that said “Free Beer Tomorrow”.
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Funny that you say that. I posted it as a comment on Facebook just yesterday.
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That is so harmonic. BTW I like your reference to patchouli. I looked at it and then I noticed that hippie was one of your tags.
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One of very good friends just died suddenly. No health issues that we knew about. She was a patchouli wearing earth mother and she died too young.
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I’m sorry to hear that. I’m glad we still have Earth mothers.
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She was one of a kind.
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This is beautiful and sad ❤ Never do tomorrow what you can do today. Very poignant stuff here.
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Thank you.
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