Mimi-Mona Poetry: Falling onto the Highway of Life

©Falling onto the Highway of Life

Mimi Wolske

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I woke up this morning

to the sound of someone’s car tires

on the overheated road;

it made me think of Indian fry bread

and how it sounds

being dropped in the hot oil.

In the desert, there’s a cowgirl

who wakes up each morning

with a funny taste in her head;

yes, something tastes different—

maybe it’s her tongue—

suddenly, she’s not so young.

There is a dancing maiden

who loves a masochist,

but the fire in her dance

comes from a bird singing

in the folds of low clouds;

she sticks the bird in her lover’s ear.

The shape of your eyes

is like a lasso around my heart;

your dance echoes of

a covey at dawn and romantic

road trips; our hair intertwined;

no space for breath between us.

There’s an aged couple

watching dried butterflies rise

over a landscape of stranded ships;

neither sleeps unless together

because the boy and girl they were

are no longer waiting.

I love the way you call me Baby;

and you love the way

I say “good morning”;

we’ve said it before,

“open the door, get on your

bike, and take me the way I am”.

Mimi and Mona Romantic Poetry: Dancing In The Rain

Someone once told me if you wake from a sound sleep it's because someone who loves you was thinking about you and your souls just connected.

Someone was thinking of me —at 2 am

it's 4:40 am now and i'm still up 

trying to figure out what color raindrops are.

is it me, 

or does their color keep changing?

when i'm old, i'll remember all these years we've had together.

I'll probably romanticize the past,

believing that sometime, 

somewhere, 

everything was perfect.

life isn't always so, but we've been happy;

i'll never forget that,

or the first time you felt comfortable

enough to fart and blame it on the dog.

it's 4:50 am and i'm drinking coffee

and wondering whether we'll stop

dancing in the rain.

Dancing In The Rain 

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Mimi Wolske