The Day was Fine
Tuschen
and
kelly (a five-year-old girl-
brilliant in her innocence as all
children are, of course) came
by the terrace and sat silent.
beer
and a herald tribune-
i
was silent also.
finally
tuschen,
i saw a cemetary today-
a european cemetary!
newspaper
down
i
looked at her
what
do you think?
i
think that god is
playing
chess
the
markers look like pieces
and
i think that god
is
playing chess!
well,
okay, do you think
he’s
winning?
no. he’ll never win.
why?
tuschen,
you’re being silly!
you
know what i mean
his
pawns are too heavy . . .