UNBOXED
chess:
so many games played
never
a masterpiece
moves missed (many,
many)
victory
falling by the wayside
and so
I do not succumb to
the joy of a world
of sheer
possibility
where every thought
of genius
lies the far side of a
blunder simply
begging to be
blunders of the kind
you can no way redeem
but here I am
sweating my way on
supposed improvement
trajectory
puzzle after puzzle:
mate in five, four,
three, two
find the best move
now plodding through
with each opportunity grasped
tiny chess revelation
this box-like wonder of a
a perfectly square game
all
blocking, line and
angle
divulging the logos
of its beauty,
glimpse of mystical infinity
unpackages the light
takes
me heart and soul
poems 2 die for 