Knight spies attainable Queen
across a crowded barroom, tries
to move toward her, but
the squares of the floor are all wrong,
better suited for checkers.
A dark figure moves in, cries
King Me! Rejected,
his associates pull his humiliated body
from the board. An opening
in the menial crowd creates a plausible
pitiable pawns attempt to cut him off, fall,
swept to the side. He strikes
his best supermodel pose. The mysterious
lady in white smiles, undresses
him with her eyes. They both recognize
victory when they see it.
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