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Snow up to our waists and coming down still. There was a field here once, when we began. We marked the end zones and set up the goals. Now nobody can even move, much less tackle. I am Ganymede fleeing on a temple frieze. We stand around like lovesick Neanderthals. We’re Pompeian before Pompeii was hot. We have the aspect of the classic dead Or of stranded, shivering astronauts. It was early in the era of the pause button: We paused and paused the afternoons away Indoors, blasting our ballistic erections At the blurred bikinis of celebrities, Then, splaying on the linoleum floor, Awa
2013