The stream leaves my eye as it threads
Between muddy arms,under swaying grass,
With darkened stones nestled snuggly in its bed
Stalked by a hound reflected in amber glass
Playfully raising front paws to fall and splash

Though she tired beneath the cloudless july sky
The hound did not enter the stream's embrace,
Her longing whimper and the streams cool reply
Still echo in my skull's subspace

What something held her tail I can't recall
But she tired and layed down to rest
In soft brush n' pleasant light n' long before sun fall
Shedding the vigor she had professed
She shut the light from her eyes and slumber soon commenced


Far from sight, the stream trickles on
And the hound snores at my feet,
The remnants of their meeting gone
But for those held in my seat

Like a drop of ink     diffused in water,
A single idea     might change everything.

Driving along then a heard a murmur and the
hairs on my neck crept up,
                                                I looked behind.....

Seeing myself in the back seat, "Don't turn around,
I reacted in fright, I angled my view to see
                                                           nothing before my eyes?

Swinging back, I saw lights eclipsing in my sight,
then the impact. I awoke up in the back seat, the force
had severed me from my seat, I was disembowelled.

As my life bled out I looked in the rear view mirror
seeing myself
                        I said
                                 *"Don't turn around,