Poem copyright 1988 by Albert Huffstickler

End of Day

I could say how
   the dusk descends
on the body of a man
as the day ends,
settling down
   on him like
a weight of
   intolerable
proportions and
   how he walks
stunned out
   into the evening,
lonely in his burden,
the day a blur
   already receding
as he trudges beneath
   the growing stars
homeward across
   the silent planet.