Poems Are for You, Not Poems

You care for you,
For all of you.
Yes, all for all—
We show you do.

For what’s not you,
Why should you care?
The fish don’t care.
The trees don’t care.

What is this care
You feel? It’s stuck
In us. We’ve tried
To lay it out.

You like fine days.
You like birds’ songs.
But care you save
For folks like you.