• Don Rearden

psychopomp (psuchopompos)

for five days a gray wolf slept curled at her grave the guide of her soul or a secret friend met berry picking the people mourned her sometimes imagined soft sounds of the child they tucked in her parka on the sixth day a round depression in the snow wolf and woman tracks leading away

(Poem #11—for National Poetry Month—-this one based on a traditional Yup’ik story—the scary thing is that she returns!) 


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