Sunday Chess in the Park

I'm going to make this a blog about poetry and writing. As such, I'll put the first poem that I've published (in the 2011 Edition of Metaphor, Weber State's Literary Journal).

Sunday Chess in the Park

The two old men meet,

Cane and metal walker set to the side of the picnic table.

Expressions mirror each other like pieces of the moon.

Hats shade their eyes; shaking hands move the pieces.

 Each considers the other.

The wars they have been in lie in wooden drawers,

Purple hearts for their grandchildren to run their hands over.

The sound of airplanes and gunfire replaced

By the sound of Red-breasted birds and Bluejays chirping in the trees.

Each makes his move, carefully considering the chipped pieces.

Checkmate.

They salute and return each Sunday