A crisp apple leaf
waves its bodies boldly in the wind,
perched alive and green in the apple
tree, the plump orb of green tinged
pink feeling heavy underneath.
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