Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Wolf's At My Door Begging For More

©Wolf's At My Door Begging For More
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
September 16, 2014
All Rights Reserved

Wolf's feet have taken him somewhere, a faraway place
Where cacti grow plenty and sand flies with grace
Consumed by the beauty the desert unfurls
He's lost in the transcendent world of Mimi's curls
Wolf's headed west toward a mountainous view
Where the air smells of ponderosa pine and roads run askew
The temperature rose from where he was before
He's not up some tree but at Mimi's door
And letting arid wind pierce its way through your tree
He's not closer to you, he's right here with me

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