Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
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
Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina