Pebbles cool and round
litter the stream, you pick
a few up, the size of berries,
they rest in your palm.
The cold weighing heavy in your hand.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
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