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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3470 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Walking with the Medicine Man Kathy Paupore Lone owl hoots, startles my tented slumber. Anishinabe medicine man, souls to stir, guides my journey through sacred burial ground. Leaves are restless, the moon full, holding breath. Each spirit has a low house of silvered-lumber, a rough window, a ledge for birch-wrapped offering. I walk among decayed houses, pick up litter around inverted totems marking death. I pluck blackberries from their bramble border, shelf them for totems, lone owl hoots. Wind whispers, spirits assemble, rattle stones and seashells, dance to the beat of drums, disperse in westward journey night-walking the road of souls. |
