the old men
at the tables, in sun
in wind.
in long coats
and hats, glasses
tipped forward to see
the board better.
how careful
they are to move a pawn,
a knight,
a bishop along.
stroking
the sides of their faces,
chins.
they study
the moves, the small
war, tactics
that fail, or win.
how simple they've
made their
world,
at last having something
they can control.
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