In a New York City Park
Clouds above cast shadows of light to dark.
I look down at my king and queen with crown
I move a pawn, Check mate.
My opponent across the table said with a frown, “I quit”
The man soon says that even with a quick-witted whim
What would his success be? It's just a game you see ,not a poiseful win.
I pull out a book from my bag, let it fly across the table and say "it’s yours."
He looks at the pages empty in his hands his face turned into a quizzical grin.
Let’s play another game I say, moments later black and white squares set up in nobody’s favor.
Quick beams of light and the singing trees and a whimsical breeze cheering us on.
“No way I win, the man says I’ve lost the most important pieces”
He quickly looks down, writes something in the book and has a different countenance.
Words then echoed out of the whispering breeze of this New York City Park,
Check mate.
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