fierce force,
open the boards,
mark the ice,
fierce fear,
warm above,
cold down here,
remember the plays,
under enemy gaze,
it don't feel nice,
the strategy ok'd,
but a choice was made,
didn't have a choice,
but to make a choice,
to play the game,
and give the anger a voice,
look to me,
I'll look to you,
to play through the pain,
through inclement weather,
ready for whatever,
we'll put it together,
between periods.
3 comments:
This is why the tired monk rides the Zamboni.
Now that's keeping your head up! May you keep your shifts short, and always take the man, not the puck. And as ever, keep the legs moving as you skate across the fresh ice of the human condition.
Like skating, checking, fighting, through the lines of a poem. You scored a hat trick.
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