One of These Days
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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
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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