When I was child, I played
with chesspieces but out of order,

not heeding rules or design.
I skirted around the bishop, laid

the rounded head of a pawn
in the bowl at the castle's top.

The horses were only horses'
heads, so I could not bridle

them or take them for a canter.
Slender king, dangerous queen,

walking the edges of a checkered
field beyond which forests

breathed, and the patient
tongues of the sea waited.

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