Clouds softly flow
across skies of cerulean
a voice in the distance calling,
and I swear I can make out
words, then I realize
it’s a crow talking.
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