Me, First
Even the buzzards are beautiful
in this slant light, underwings backlit by the sun
The boat launch is deserted
just me on a picnic table under a willow tree
Sun’s palm on the small of my back
wind pinching my arms
The joe-pye weed has blown to fluff
I walk to the dock, roll up my cuffs
step into the lake
I cup water flecked with October
pour it over my head
I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you
Melanie Dunbar is a Master Gardener who has suddenly taken her writing seriously. She lives in Southwest Michigan with her husband, youngest son, and their rooster, Mr. Beautiful. Her poems can be found here: https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2015/02/12/third-cutting-by-melanie-dunbar-where-i-live-poetry-photography-series/, in Your Impossible Voice, also forthcoming in Gargoyle. She can be reached at mdunbar15@gmail.com. Her current favorite sweet is lemon meringue pie.
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