Green Burial Unsonnet Dante Di Stefano In the milliseconds & minutes & millennia when I no longer am the bundle of meat & need unpoeming itself in the still hours of a full or empty house, I dream my eye socket encased underground with root & worm & watershed threading through it. | | The summers become hotter & hotter. | | Unbearable & luminous, the refrain of the song of extinction— My children & my children’s children will inherit the edges of cumulonimbus clouds, the unexpected sunflower blooming from a second-story rain gutter, the gentleness of the marbling sunlight on the fur of a rabbit stilled in a suburban backyard. | | I am in love with the Earth. | | There are still blackberries enough to light the brain with the star charts of a sweetness— & yet & yet & yet, the undertow of the expanding universe repeats to the mitochondria in my cells. The tiny bluebird in my throat continues to build her nest with twigs & mud & scraps of Amazon packing tape. | | I feel the now of now fluttering diastole & systole in my biceps & lungs & toe bones | | The oranges & reds & yellows of my many Octobers leaf to life & spill from my mouth: unaccountable acorns, midnight loam, overgrown meadows, a wee spore adrift among the fireflies—

I loved reading Marion's poems, and I loved reading poems with Marion. A poem we read together and liked was "A Stranger" by Saeed Jones. Shortly after her death I found a poem that really made me think of Marion, it is called "Green Burial Unsonnet" by Dante Di Stefano. Thank you Marion for your kindness, and for sharing so many thoughts and ideas. You are missed so very much.