6 p.m.
and I’m away
off for home
at the end of day
Passing the church
where we pray
and a fence
all painted gray
Passing a man
walking his dog
and a woman
on her jog
Baseball game
and flying a kite
in the park
at evening light
The stop and go
at red and green
and the yellow
in between
Every color
sound and tone
the rhythm of
the city’s song
These tree-lined streets
with well mowed lawns
Indian trails
come and gone
Soon the night
will embrace us
with its many
heavenly graces
