holding
the world in
the realms of
the night,
the realms of
the living,
keeping
a revolving
sphere on
its axis, so
ready to
fall off.
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Raven Wings
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