there is a slender stream, slicing through my town that must be traversed, to reach my home. I’ve got a pipe in my pocket
and a head full of wine--
as I plunkplunk upon the bridgeplanks
an owl barks at the hovering moon--
there, over the sparkling trickle, I pause to light a bowl.
drawing smoke, the pipe’s orange glow swells to rival the moon--
without a sound, the owl takes flight--
and the moon winks.
A young man’s need for respect and his search for love enables him to be coerced into becoming an undercover cop. Follow this man to see how others see him and try to understand why the job he becomes obsessed with and his quest for love, tear him ap
Love ya!
Jane