Poetry

The Chess Game

SummerLoh
Summer Loh

I make a move.

His bishop

falls down.

Well, there goeshis queen

and her shiny crown.My knight

soars

through the air,

stealing the square of his pawnwithout anycare.

My pawns are in a line.

Minutes pass by.My position is fine.

I’m playing my best,my position is great,and then . . .checkmate!

SummerLoh
Summer Loh, 8
New York, NY

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