The waves break on shore
as dark clouds gather above us
wind rips, seagulls cry
You wander near the water
an ache in your eyes, dreaming.
Poem written in Tanka form. Liked it? Read Time or The Day After.
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