Tom TicoTom Tico

May 15, 1942 - February 4, 2016
Tom Tico's Legacy Biography

 

foghorns . . .
the vague shapes
of familiar trees

 

beneath purple leaves
the unpicked fruit
stains the sidewalk

 

after a long stretch of stargazing   first light

 

around the corner
from the swank nursing home
one for the poor

 

Valentine’s Day:
my heart favors
the plum blossoms

 

in this little part
of the solar system
        dust motes

 

loosening
      the hard and fast lines
            fog

 

following the lead my elongated shadow

 

cold park:
so many trees
skeletonized

 

emphysema –
it could be the name
of an exotic femme fatale
who ends up leaving you
breathless

 

Easter morning
rising later
than usual

 

angels’ trumpets
yet here and there
a bit of rust

 

insomnia . . .
getting to know
the night

 

the chiaroscuro of crows and morning mist

 

intermittent rain the long and the short of it

 

making the most
of the broken-down fence
           nasturtiums

 

in the world
but not of it –
autumn wind

 

just another
of winter’s losses –
my singing voice

 

every bit as black
as the plumage of the crows –
their strident cries