The game

By the shallow stream
of shaded stones
sit two friends
who is one in one's mind

where the darker
are darker than the brighter
the brighter
brighter than the darker
handful of the assorted
more assorted than what are not

Then the game shall begin

One has the darker move ashore
One has the brighter join the stream
One cannot though
be more elaborate
than the other
whose dream one dwells

One wins over
a loser imagined
who triumphs
in a reign transverse

One left
who are two players
dreaming
and dreamt about.

9/3/17 Boca