Kemel Zaldivar
2 Poems
Ararat
All of a sudden, forty cobras
hurried out of the bush.
The hikers ran.We sat on a log
a quarter block away.
The bush had hissed for days.One click cocks the hammer,
one click drives it home.A blast, and forty snakes,
ran as if on legs, at legs;and forty quail
fled the cedars,
forty plovers dove.Remember my sweet
the years in the wastes
so long ago?
Slip ’n Slide
Twenty-nine foot yellow tongue speeding tickles down my belly we believe in
June.
