Two Poems With No Comparisons

one
I met a man in younger dress,
Ladies glasses, hair a-mess.
A jaw let slack, a gait set bowed,
His stubble peppered and razor stowed.

two
Ducks stand deadpan on gently thinning glass
Dogs chase dogs through frosted springy grass
Sparrows take harrowed hops
Skipping up in hoppy pops
And all the while I while away
While each low day slips astray