2 poems

POEM 1: i was just singing

but all they do is small
all they do is droop their heads
ask me for a drink
offer me their insides

but I did not invite them to my yard
sprinkle themselves along my steps
I was just singing

that I do for me
I was glowing with the sun
in quite an ordinary way
like puddles do in potholes
like shovels at the hardware store
like metal on a cadillac
like curtains facing west

what they see is innocent
what they see is in no cent
what they see or feel is
of sweet acceptance

POEM 2:
for something like family

I'm sad that the one I really liked
would ask me back that night
my sister was a voice from love
and what she said was right

so, don't cry those tears as if
a chance was lost
for God or Fate has
given something necessary
and taken what is not

a man in love
a man who knows
without a bit of doubt

If there ever was a witch
I'd ask her for a favor
I'll write the spell
you cast it, for I am superstitious

"And, what for? what for?" she'd ask,
curious but not ignorant

for something like family
for something like mating
for something like a human
for something earthy, like humis

"Oh, but not for love and youth
and spiritual bliss?"