A winter of dangerous ice
hidden under greying or fresh snow,
oddly shaped lumps or
sheets worthy of a skating rink.
walks or strolls outside
not wise until yesterday.
Heavy rubber bands slip
over my boots & hold my feet.
little black dots in the centre
of the yellow dots ~ tungsten stems
to grip the ice & keep me upright
on such paths of slippery danger.
“When you’re on the ice, you have very little time,
you see very little and everything happens really quick.”
~ Steve Yzerman, retired hockey player
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