Alina Happy Hansen

Eyes in the shadows gleam

watching the moving figures

come in and out of the building,

the sun blinding, waiting

for an opportunity.

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-Alina

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