Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • rural dirt road intersection in countryside
    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

you tremble (poem #585)

Eyes wide, you tremble

skin pressed cold

against another, open

door, open heart and

exude a sense of

presence, a sense of death

eyes wide, you tremble.