At end of day

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