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
- 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