How the sun moves,
across the golden expanse
dreams criss-cross and pull
the mind, overlap the skin,
teeth, jaw, skull.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness