Stocky legs heave up the playing field.
White tipped angles pieced together
by dirty blotchy green skin.
The divide between victory
and defeat.
They compete
as the cubist tower
spills across the floor
and the lonely tree watches
Stocky legs hold up the playing field.
White tipped angles pieced together
by dirty blotchy green skin.
Empty on both sides.
The lonely tree
can’t compete.
It stands alone.
Stubby joints rusted red
in the ice blue sunlight.