Wrap your arms around me,
wind and wind the thread
around your finger, tighter still
tighter now. I can hear the wind
raging outside, beating against
my window.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Wind (poem #362)
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