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Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey
End of Day
In the last
fading lights of the receeding day
When the darkness is just coming in,
The room assumes a darker shade of light fleeing
Shadows
barely discerned in the shade of the receeding light gently fading out-
It is that time when there is that blustery
din
As if every creature in nature
Shakes and rouse themselves, just one more time
Before the long lie-in ahead-
It
is that time when the din of the traffic
Indicates the return journey
of weary souls let loose
Making their weary
way home, to rest, maybe-
When a door bangs and footsteps rattle on the quiet stairs
When your eye needs more light
When the classical station has become a talk show
It is that time-
Somewhere a weary hand reaches out
And
rolls curtains a slant downward to filter in more light
A bright new world I see through these slats,
Catching the pale
before dusk-
Orange skies,
The sky lights up
One last time before darkness-
These wide vistas of uninterrupted
space
No brown bricks and the monotony of the regularly spaced rectangles
Just the sky, stretching as it were without
end-
The big city has lost its charm
Out there in that wide canvas
Emotions paint their poetry of small and big
things, changing-
Size is not a limitation;
Its all in your mind and the sky,
This soft and tender closeness
stretching beyond touch and on forever-
Expanse of infinity in soft tones,
Calmness unperturbed by the harry on
earth below,
Joy of the closing day in silent exultation-
A heart beat in syncopation with the big wide blue above,
Peace
like the refreshing renewals of cool springs
The other end of the desert of over-activity here beneath-
I am just
a face,
Turned upwards, heavenwards,
Looking through these slats up, to these last lights of gentle joy enabled by
a Creator most wonderful-
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