Dingo Tracks

Having seen an endless hall
doors either side,
I wandered,
a white dingo 
joined me 
at magnolia runners end


my blood turned to take flight
his fangs crept to
a grimace
as he leaps


Now,
with paws on my shoulders
he laps 
from the river coursing
my face


I release what I thought
were exclamations 
of a beginning 
enlightenment
and brush to cross the fire
searing within my flesh


his mouth took my hand
leading me to the first
of many doors


this is my totem
the path I shall follow
this is just the beginning


my hand rests in destiny’s
soft white coat 
stilled
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Shango Avatar
December 11, 2009 at 8:35 AM
Such a beautiful excavation of culture, lore and self ... a delicate weaving of the personal into the national existential ... a wallop of a poem. You delight me and I love you.
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December 10, 2009 at 11:01 AM
Kool title Jayne, clever piece > leaves the reader thinking >> James
Freeman Avatar
December 9, 2009 at 10:55 AM
Wow! sounds like you're inside the compartments of the soul, Jayne! Let me know if there is seven doors! Sincerely, Love, Moses
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