Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Checkerboard

Leap into the dark squares
Of this checkerboard
Take the white queen's hand,
Climb the rook together, and
Shout to the black king's bishop
Gaze upon the hands of the clock striking noon
and whisper to the wind hiding in the canopy:
'Get on your way! The rain is coming!'

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