A hot Seattle day turned into cool, misty night
I look for the wanted
Searcher of clues through the city streets
Coffee and talk radio
Waiting for the night's foe
I search
Payday in sight
We all choose a path
Sometimes right
Felt my share of wrong too
Life's wrath for the common
Sharper than a serpent's tooth
I search
Morning sun rises
Tattered
Close of day for the searcher
D. BRIAN BLACKWELL
Copyright © July 2013 Brian Blackwell