Writer in San Francisco, CA
Electric kettle sits
pale and full to the spout
with water. Insert prongs into
socket. Click button. Bubbles rumbling
toil, warm water churning.
A high pitched screech, a jet of steam.
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-Alina
Crisp, golden leaves drink
in sunlight and break underfoot
into pieces like ripped
bits of paper dried with ink.
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-Alina
The night opens,
a flower petal falls.
There are only enough
birds to fill the sky.
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-Alina
Holding, grasping, pleading
sun shine licks the back
of my neck and rises earlier
to warm the soft ground
holding onto every last
moment, as it is shortened
by seconds, minutes and
hours.
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-Alina
Holding crisply and
clinging to limbs waiting
for a shake, waiting for the cold
to seep in. Birds murmur the change
in coming, ruffling feathers and looking
pleased.
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-Alina