Clade Song 6
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Clade Song 6

Memory of Parhelion

 

Thumb-crush chestnut husky nipple,           
you hold me; dogwood tangled tight

Bite my lip, sweetgum seedpod bristle;
timber hips into my branches of light

I turn ear to earth, hear worms curling
the whirl of Lyrids as they plume through the night

I dream a subterranean sister, ear to air
Red cedar hair; eyes mineral bright

Can she hear the sun sing parhelion? 
Silt–frosted she listens, denim gristles on thighs

Breasts tessellated Petoskey stone,
who is pressing up on her tonight?

 

 

 

  
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Dunbar Melanie Dunbar tends flowers for a living. Her poems can be found in the Silver Birch Press Where I Live series and Sweet series, escarp, Your Impossible Voice, Sweet: A Literary Confection and are forthcoming in Gargoyle and Otoliths. She lives in Southwest Michigan with her family and their rooster, Mr. Beautiful.