Three Poems
Donald Dunbar

Toast of blessing

You know it makes my heart a credit card
and I am ready for it

That they may have life

As completely the world slows down to sunrise
crawling over everything like silver birds
instead, I found even myself
looking through tall
slices of myself

More than that

More than that, the
faces clipped off the rose like my petals,
however fitting, in reams of grease