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

Beaches

Down through the ages

I slept and waited for you

Hoping you’d return

But you never did, I stand

Singing on death’s dark beaches.

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