Mimi Wolske
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©Sleepwalking
on A Tightrope
Never wondering
Whether we'll survive
The forty-ninth
parallel.
We are of good heart—
Without the stress,
Without the worry,
Without the pain—
Rooted to terra firma
With no wire
To balance love
Beneath our steady
feet.
It is only in dreams
That someone greases
The tautly strung
rope
And wishes us to slip,
Perhaps fall to our
fates.
Preternaturally,
Our destinies endure
Together. Our love is
not
A circus act and
We are not
Sleepwalking on a tightrope.
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