Holding crisply and
clinging to limbs waiting
for a shake, waiting for the cold
to seep in. Birds murmur the change
in coming, ruffling feathers and looking
pleased.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Holding crisply and
clinging to limbs waiting
for a shake, waiting for the cold
to seep in. Birds murmur the change
in coming, ruffling feathers and looking
pleased.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina