Saturday, February 10, 2018

Where Pieces Wait

There is a crook
In my step
I think that makes me
A knight
.
And yet
I have no
Horse
To ride
To battle
To honor
.
Rather
I stand
On my own
Bound two feet
Hopping from thought to
Thought
Like a pawn
In a game
Of
.
..
...
It's
Not
Chess
.
It's not
Checkers
.
It's not even life
It's
.
Some
Thing
Else
.
A
Preparation
.
A
Readying
.
A
A
An
End

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