Where it ended
was where I
began
heaving my luggage
from the tracks
into the train's
coach
my way through
the countryside
singing hymns of
a religion
I do not believe
in
a merciless god
for whom redemption
is sought and
bargained
with a teller at the booth
who said I was too
pretty to be paying
with
coins
I flipped and came up
heads
(mine on his) I knew I had
not gotten very
far
from home.
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