greeted by three welcome signs
painted with the stripes of lazy
black and gray cats
before the bridge blue sky backed
that stretches across the Shuang River
where fishermen cast lines in the sun
the golden sand dips gently into rippling wave
clear water runs over your belly
there looking like the sky turned inside out
is the sea


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: