Egypt Road
 
In high summer,
when I stood lonely as a queen
on a chessboard of cornfields,
disorder appeared with a baseball cap
cocked over one eye, clean sweat 
dampening the waist of ripped Levi's--
and wild forests, enmeshed with
a labyrinth of flowers, grew up through the
razored rows; a thatched-roof cottage 
dropped into a crooked clearing
and with a jungle of sheets 
tangled around my waist
(the bed grown moist and warm,
the furrows plowed oh, so straight)
through the twisted masses
of my hair, I witnessed
passionate atrocities--
Checkmate.