Love of the Game

Tim Cremin
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readJan 7, 2017
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Below-zero wind chill —
let’s go out there anyway.
Actually, it’s better this way:
the ice all to ourselves.

We’ll be sweating soon enough,
and all it costs is a stick across
the shins now and then.

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