
The Needle in the Haystack by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper
You love the small streets,the quiet precincts; the lighted windowup on the corner where a tree this past–Christmas still sparkles, all the world madeheavenly by a cup of lemon tea,simplicity and nourishmentof mere life, the bed at dawn, the waiting home —even one alone, bare minimum, sometime,maximum can be. Continue reading The Needle in the Haystack by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper