Yesterday, I walked to the chess club. The cricket had ended. England lost.
A quiet stroll, I saw no one en route-almost!
Ten or so at the club only and the last in was I.
Interesting games were played, well a few.
During one a white pawn fell off the table and broke upon the floor.
Soon after all got up and left early.
As did I.
It was light when I walked home still.
Along the way, I saw an old friend.
Then, once in, to bed I went.
Yesterday.

Mark. J. McCready 11.59 pm Wednesday June 21st 2023
An imprisoning darkness, Luton.












































Leave a comment