when summer
turned to winter
and football
turned to shinny.
I could count
on home
where the
goalposts were snowballs
where our
skates were felt-lined boots
where our
puck was a tennis ball.
For when we scored
on a dark-lit
night
on an
ice-packed road
there were no
rules
there were no
genders.
We were all in
the NHL.
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