Huff 4
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.