Roads traveled, worn down
grooved. Paved over and tarred
lights raised, freeways running
like river beds. Paths crossing paths.
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-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- SF
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