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

Let the Light Distill Words [a poem]

Let the light distill words in this

empty room. Only the two of us here

together as the sun fades into night, no

longer able to see each other, just

words traveling across the darkness.

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