November 7, 2025

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 in the wind, avoiding pigeons, crows, and ravens.   I wondered where other chess pieces went, perhaps stolen, blown away, or playing their own chess game without interference of people pushing them around red and black squares without care or regard.   I return to this park each day in hopes that chess pieces return, a white horse changing from somewhere to advance towards the board with distinctive motions, stepping forward, sideways, advancing