They hold their tales.
The pen came down
The years from jail,
Pen of the pen.
It’s safe. It bends.
We use it still
To keep the scores
For the board game,
Which we bought when
The snow was gone,
And there were hours
And hours and hours
To fill. We sat
And played past dusk
Back then. We kept
Score with the pen.
Monday, December 21, 2020
The Board Game and the Pen
