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Chess pieces
looking out to sea
to see over the Pacific Ocean
where boats shadowed the hulls of oily tankers
whose freight bound toward Asia

The waves on my shore weren’t phased
they kept rolling in
only the chess pieces controlled all the moves
standing aside
stalking the unaware
rooks aloft in their corner
frightened yet aware
kings then queen’s upright
overlooking their thrifty pawns
bishops stood amidst the chess
above that moonlit gleam

Enough I finally thought
the oceans wearied my lot
ships have all passed by
boats moved home to rest
yet have those waves continue
breaking forever more
move those chess pieces onward
into the oceans roar
let night falls grace consume me
making waves upon my shore