A leaf spins in the wind,
caught and torn, it flutters
to the ground, resting,
it’s green body shimmers
in the light, already beginning
to diminish and die.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

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
A leaf spins in the wind,
caught and torn, it flutters
to the ground, resting,
it’s green body shimmers
in the light, already beginning
to diminish and die.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina