The Day was Fine

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 . . .