Poem: Flying Kings by Mark Tulin

This poem was originally published in the fine online site Vita Brevis. Featured photo by Mark Tulin.

~Flying Kings by Mark Tulin~

I watch as two homeless men
play checkers with ease and love
in a laid-back coffee shop.

They drink from their own enamel cups,
stirring fresh cream and sugar into their coffee.

One man triple jumps.
The other gets kinged
as the red and black checkers
by the hands of gnarled fingers
zig and zag, hop and skip.

They play every Wednesday
between six and eight-thirty.
They unfold an old checkerboard

that they bought from Goodwill
and ask the barista to fill their cups with coffee.

One man always triple jumps.
The other always gets kinged.
They play for hours, each waiting his turn,
forgetting about their troubles,
not just a game, but a means to an end.