Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black and white san francisco skyline with fog
    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

The edge (poem #568)

Sun watching. The dreams of the world.

I am here and holding the sun together,

the edge of the night. The edge of the world.