I look upon the angry ice

and men that prowl its form

to stab and poke in rich delight

a chance to ride the storm


With blades on fire and sticks held high

they weave and crash as one

in search of that elusive net

—still guarded and unwon


(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)


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