Market day
in Cheltenham
The shadows
of the Schloss
Your
favorite song
Comes from
your hand
And the
glint of glass
As you raise
the phone
How do these
moments compare
To the dirt
road behind the school
That somehow
comes unbidden
Or is the
memory the thought
The
understanding of the scene
Now it is
just the strategy I’ll use
In a field
of squares
Traced by strings
Dropped from
above
Then we’ll
stand around
Like
mechanics
Told to “Irish
up” a Volvo
国王的游戏 The game of kings
没有国王 Without kings
没有国王 Without kings
在棋盘隧道 The board tunnels
无情的规则 Ruthless
rules
Each piece
is made of the past
But is the
same true of the rules
We’ll maneuver
tin cans and gravel
Inside drain
pipes
And the wisps
of smoke
That
surround the vendors
Will time
our moves
An often
respite
Of reckless
endeavor
And the
ceremonial now
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