Night

Writing

Solemnity

By Barbara Matijevic

In the evenings, 
  Following sundown
     I observed you
        However,
            I never saw you

Your twinkle of light
  Alone –
     In the dead of night
    Impunity
     In absence from society


Night in July

By Abigail Swanson

The fountain reflects light
onto the face of the library downtown.
We went there once, a long time ago.
It still glows.