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
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