The Rules
King me, she said gleefully.
The clatter of checker on top of checker,
Her delight in playing by the rules
And winning. That’s what I remember.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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2 comments:
I bet she remembers some other raucous tales from her youth in that jacket! ;)
Hope you're well.
thea.
xx
love this! the opening is so wonderful! "King me", and it sets such a gorgeous pace for the rest of the poem.
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