Silver flask full of
alchemist’s liquor
in a denim coat pocket,
oil stained and torn.
A fantasy come true,
ever-lasting life for
hog rider, once
an alchemist
in days of yore.
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