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

Raven Croaks

early morning i
sit drinking tea and listening
to raven croaking
gliding through the air to land
on lamp post slick with dew drops

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