Breakaway

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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