drums along the side-
walk buckets upside down they
beat and sing echoing
words sunrise to dark and I
slip through sound gazing at sky
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Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- 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