Wanapum Remorse*

October 11, 2015

WANAPUM REMORSE by Jacob Hartsoch
2015 Walk Award
By Jacob Hartsoch

Wanapum Remorse

She came West to find this.
Scattered shards of rock and waters held back,
two road towns abandoned in dust.
The places her people might have gone.

It was all blasted away of course. Parted out
across the rivulets of Washington
or worked slow from empty coulees, past
skittish ghosts in empty lawns, the people
and the water just the same.

Long nights she studied, in her eyes
that undergrowth, that vagabond,
that restless try of the historian
working too close to her own history.

On the last hot canyon day she did this.
Scampered to the water, wreathed in turquoise
and neon sunglasses, dark arms overhead.
Poet, fisherman, other, we all saw it.
Saw her dance barefoot and bent to the wind,
the dam flaking, the Columbia trying to move.
. . . . .
*Copyright 2015 by Jacob Hartsoch. Broadside illustrated by Megan Carroll.

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