Again you found yourself hoping for the last day,
to be like a man whose debts are paid and rises
with the sun to walk to work alone through a green valley.

The birds he cannot name, the sun shines as he remembered
it did. His shoes kick up tiny clouds of dust on the path.
He hums idly and carries his coat under his arm.

He thinks of a lewd joke to tell his wife in the kitchen,
vows to spend more time with his children. How wonderful
he thinks it is to be a righteous man.