By Leo Milmet

the clock struck midnight.

he was alone on the balcony.

all the people who had disturbed the peace

were long gone.

and there was peace.

quiet.

the contrasting lights of the moonlight and his cigarette

drew more of his attention than any care in the world.

it was midnight on a breezy summer night,

and he sat, contemplating his life.

to his surprise, he felt

joy.

Editor: Holden Hartle