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The Web Poetry Corner - Crystal Dawn Allen - The Boy Playing Chess In The Corner Of The Lounge

The Boy Playing Chess In The Corner Of The Lounge

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

he has a beauty that is not unlike
the sound a tree makes when
it falls in the heart of a forest
where there is no one to hear it

I remember nothing of his face,
and nothing of his body,
and nothing but the beauty of
the breaking and the falling.

If I close my eyes, I can still feel it

(his eyes had soft darkness;
they were the deepest unexplored regions of the ocean
where the weight of the light at the surface
could crush your bones
to powder)

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