Day starts to end.
The sky a pasty pink,
the bus quiet save for for a toddler’s chatter
entertaining weary,
content
faces
.
Stepping o’er feathers
watching summer clothes and heels
tap tap tap in tune with the lines you skip over on the sidewalk.
Smells change with
every other pace –
savoury
sweet
still unfamiliar
.
Is it home
when a dog greets you?
Maybe. Maybe not
.
I am content
to let evening linger
.
Today is done.
Tomorrow will come
but I don’t need
to think about that yet.