Paper lined and placed
on top of the desk
it flutters in the breeze
of an open window.
Empty and wordless
it waits to be written
on or to return to the
ground where it came.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
Paper lined and placed
on top of the desk
it flutters in the breeze
of an open window.
Empty and wordless
it waits to be written
on or to return to the
ground where it came.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina