Unrelated Poems

1.

I wish I was a conjurer

I’d close my eyes and

Make you reappear in

Mirrored infinities

And how strange it is

To long for other places

Like others long for home.

2.

I was born a tree planted

In a strip mall parking lot,

a place that isn’t cool

to go to anymore,

where the windows are

Papered over, vacant eyes

Advertising nothing maybe 

you've been there

Late at night

 Exchanged bills or kisses

 in the shadow of a dented

El Camino  I live

in a empty

parking lot

to nowhere.

I have no legs,

Just roots.