secret brook

Parallel dogs, at speed; a harbinger of good things.
Slobber and loin-ed holy water returned what the paws took,
Spun nitrogen's prayer wheels deep below the mottled cedar chips,
and proclaimed readiness for the Shaman's arrow

Left ventricle sighed a duress-ed chamber music
As tip and arrow zippered the worlds open from chest to air to Elm
And the secret brook lodged koans in the space behind the somnolent voices
that try to keep 'me' safe.