Thursday, February 18, 2016

Playing Chess


Never heard of the place called Albuquerque,
until you see it black and white,
in your driver's license that year.

A Uhaul truck with a minivan in tow,
that's how you stroll into town,
living next to the golf course.

Since then you moved around the city,
like a chess board.
The knight move was deadly--divorce.

The next knight move was a blessing,
new love,
with a life better without Prozac.

Bishop calls for a quick three years stay,
a house where you practice your golf pitch,
to pitch away stress after work.

Now it's time to leave,
not the rook, nor the Queen can help.
It's just beyond their reach, another game.

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