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

Eyes (poem #572)

Where are the eyes? the eyes

of the dead, watching from

the darkness. A flame erupts,

ignites the iris, reflecting back.