Blossoming moon
in the midnight sky,
ink black and speckled
with stars and souls.
A distant call bleeds
through the darkness,
a shadow creeps.
Clouds swallow the
suspended white orb
then there is nothingness.
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