This morning as low clouds skidded across the spires
of the city, I found, next to a splintered bench
an ivory chess piece–as it happened, a knight . . .
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This morning as low clouds skidded across the spires
of the city, I found, next to a splintered bench
an ivory chess piece–as it happened, a knight . . .
kbsagert.com/poetry/whisp...