A Debt Paid Twice

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Poems
A poetic snapshot of part of a man's life.

Submitted: June 23, 2016

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Submitted: June 23, 2016




As I lean my body back

I can feel the rumbling under me,

Steel against steel for every mile

Reminds me of where I'm going to be.


I close my eyes and visions come

Of my childhood home and swimming holes,

Of a little town formed by chance,

Or by the hands of determined souls.


Click-ah-dee-clack, Click-ah-dee-clack,

The man says, "Tickets Please!"

And the Marshall hands him two for us,

As we pass a stream and a grove of trees.


The Conductor cries, "Folsom Station",

Then the Marshall says, "Time to go."

I won't ride this train for twenty years,

If I live that long. ---  Ya know?



 Nineteen years and seven months

And I'm heading home today,

I'm waiting at the Folsom Station

For that train to take me away.

A car pulls up and a woman exits,

Then she shoots me in the head,

At last my debt is fully paid

And I'll be going home dead.


D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  06-22-2016

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