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

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