Endless nights,
the morning sun cannot reach me
I drink in the dark night sky
absorbing the glow of stars,
dead suns glittering and other
such implodings, the sun cannot
reach me, I am alive with the
night.
-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