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One of These Days

One of These Days
David J Walker

One of these days
He would always say
Committing only to the 
ethereal thought of a 
different future 

One of these days 
	I’m gonna quit
I’m gonna walk away 

From this sorry ass dirt farm
And snorted grey smoke from
His nostrils 

Climbing into the cab of
The short bed Chevy truck

Driving away 
leaving the
Water running 
	Down the faint rows of 
Young cotton 

The well
	Dried for 50 years
Died in the middle of a season

One of these days 
The farmers will follow
Marching past the fallow rows
Of drying crops 

Catching rides with
supernal clouds of a
social season
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