There was a time I left no stone unturned on the beat all day all night no perp would dare try his luck with me
but now the sands have shifted
marrianne became mary jane became jane doe who bucked the system smoke and mirrors are now diddly for swat teams no case is closed I walk through smog in sultry syncopation hoping, yearning for a complete cadence.
© Diane Stevenson Schmolka .
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