West when you think of it

for Joe and Dave

in october 2011 hand cast rabbit shadows appeared on the shoulder of US-322

outside ephrata, pa ears shifted to duck and bill

after a while the sun fell

beyond the autumn treeline, the moon

the night became the miles far from home

every new thing was obscured in shadow

the tires were still rolling, the engine

after a while the sun rose

outside dayton, oh an old hat leapt to its death

in october 2011 the mississippi cradled by hand reflected the curve of the sky

Tom Pescatore can sometimes be seen wandering along the Walt Whitman bridge or down the sidewalks of Philadelphia's old Skid Row. He might have left a poem or two behind to mark his trail. He claims authorship of a novel the Boxcar Bop (RunAmok Books, 2018) and the poetry travel journal Go On, Breathe Freely! (Chatter House Press, 2016).