Tom 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