Reflection

You keep me up.

I cannot solve

the strategy of beaten pawns

and carved knights

that drove me from

your checkered board. 

Perhaps I could detect

the loophole, flaw;

it reaches on undisclosed. 

Je réfléchis à la rêverie perdue. 

Now play is sketched. No 

study made. My eye for color

gone. Other eras

are a humoring. 

I try new paintings,

but they are mirrors,

returning me to this,

and I wait, still await

your invitation to spar

again.