Glass bowl, cracked
filled with false fruit
ornate and clear but
dusty.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Glass bowl, cracked
filled with false fruit
ornate and clear but
dusty.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina