A Poem for You: Three Deer in Oquossoc By Sonja Johanson
admin2023-01-03T13:34:11-05:00Three Deer in Oquossoc BY SONJA JOHANSON East will take me back. I drive west. I wend between snowbanks, until the road delivers me to a sleeping boat launch. They stand on the frozen ramp; watch me with coats that are better than mine. Ice houses and snowmobiles edge the distance. I have to turn around, I say to them, I went the wrong way. They stamp and chuff. No, they tell me, this is the way.