bones and ash,
the roots of weeds
Drunk on music,
who needs wine?
let’s go dancing
still got feet.
[from WHILE WE’VE STILL GOT FEET, by David Budbill | Copper Canyon Press, 2005]
Having celebrated the life of Win Redding of Waukesha just yesterday, a man of only 54 with a lovely wife and three boys, this Budhill verse hits especially hard home. His service included the hymn, “The Lord of the Dance.”
Thank you for your time-honored selections!
If there’s not a cajun two step going on at my funeral pyre, I’m not going to speak to any of you again!
(bring marshmallows … )
It is the last stanza that delights me most. Our spirits are
important, our vision maps our roads, but how glorious
to have feet to dance with!