written in the mountain region of Beipu outside Hsinchu
Water drip from drop to rock
fallen bridges in its path
no way but now but through the brush
to be eaten by the darkening trail.
Lush a slink of slim beam of light
on the clear of stream below
cuts deep into and through dead rock
slick with moss and growth.
Thomas Pescatore is a poet in Secane, PA & 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: amagicalmistake.blogspot.com. some of his poems shall be printed by Green Panda Press this spring.