Three Poems by Leo Dunsker

MASS MUTUAL


how do the charmed ones think
they must remember everything
singing with a mouth stuffed full
as children drink the banquet beer





THE SUNDAY OF LIFE


for the child, there are no weak passions
his little teeth are white as salt
so in occasional chaos, there is an ideal
not rude or wicked, but full of humor

the happy man might yet be evil
his character and those of others
could be different, but for now
we have met them and to us they are the same




CORN BOY


a long way he came 
to collapse in your house
with shapeless years to live
knowing that the gods are far away

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Leo Dunsker lives in Berkeley, CA. His writing has appeared in pdf.magSmithereensFoundlings, and elsewhere.