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

it’s not the same [poem #590]

celestial bodies move,

the sun opens and the eyes drink

in the day. stars align above

and the world keeps on

spinning. it’s not the same.

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