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

The Shore

The waves crash on shore

Ghostly mist kisses the face

Sand and trees for miles around

Pelican slips into sea

Wind whips hair back to the land

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