below runs Swift Current, SK
31 thousand feet of cloud underfoot
I’m holding onto the image of frontier days
homecoming weekend celebrations
10 gallon hats n’ stirrups
landfall in the town of giant daffodils
I go west to face the east
time has a funny direction
going back as it moves on
grapples with its own fate
leaving all things knowable behind


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 maintains a poetry blog: