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
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