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

Somewhere Far Away

Sidewalk dark with rain

Fog hangs low, clinging to cars

What are you doing?

Somewhere far away, alone

I breathe in cold air

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