The sun moves, across a bitter front
of steel, snow and isolation. It does little
to warm and melt the hard life of the
men, women, and children.
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