That’s When I Know I’m Found

I wait for the sun to go down
That’s when I like to go out
To feel the chill in the air
To see what it’s all about

I slip through back alleyways
Connected by avenues
Walk closely to the wall
Out of the light, and out of view

When my heel hits the slate
It makes a clicking sound
That’s when I know I’m there
That’s when I know I’m found

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About Charleston nights…