All through the night,
  after my mother’s passing
    the sound of foghorns

-Tom Tico

So many days now
  the absence of the old man
    who sat in the sun

-Tom Tico

Now a street person
  but still in combat fatigues-
    the Vietnam vet

-Tom Tico

Sunbathing…
  not seeing but feeling
    each passing cloud

-Tom Tico