a looming echo, the sounds
murmuring together
with the rivers babble.
a blue jays feather, electric
and dark discarded on
the pine needles.
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
a looming echo, the sounds
murmuring together
with the rivers babble.
a blue jays feather, electric
and dark discarded on
the pine needles.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina