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
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