lambada

by grimbeau

Two hours shut-eye, blinds pulled tight,
               undreamed of tranquility.

 Long morning shift: stiff
               para limps on, empty blue stage,

 no obtrusive ramps, 
               bench press lifts  
               broken, poor doors…

 just one more amazed 
               interview then an ice bath tonight-

 Shall I learn the lambada 
               over this perpetual winter?
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