The next morning:
  rereading the last page
    of the happy ending

-Tom Tico

Housesitting…
  acquainting myself with the books
    and the cats

-Tom Tico

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