Calm winds blow somewhere,
but not here,
our storm is just beginning;
most of them ran for shelter,
and the rest of us clutched our frozen hearts,
as if we might make them warm again
by just getting a grip…

but the joke was on us,
and our punchline was to the gut,
reeling to catch our balance
while they caught another victim;
forgive me if I’m not a good sport,
if the referee would call a foul
then this fair play could resume,
in the meantime I’ll be on the bench.

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