Two Poems

By ZULEMA QUINTÁNS

Two black crows

Two black crows hit the pavement
first one,
then the other.
You like them now because
they aren't waking you up early in the morning
with their screeching.
They're just sitting there on the sidewalk,
never like that again.



To stop again

The white bag
filled with
orange peels,
a food container,
a star studded plastic bag.
A white bottle cap,
a pen cap too,
on the other corner of the music stand.
I was sitting, resting my pen on the page when
the garbage
caught my eye.

Zulema Quintáns graduated with a B.F.A. in dance last May.