Three lines down
Three across.
Evenly spaced.
(The spaces are important, you see:
You forget that, most times.)
Lines drawn, you begin the game.
Helps, if there’s a partner
Double guessin’ ain’t much fun!
Even if you are many persons in one!
I naught, you cross
Three times, each,
Covert, overt, anticipating
Never putting them where expected
Or even where you want to.
It’s not my game
It’s what you are playing…
And yet –
Did we lay out a line of three?
Or did you cross my naught
Or maybe your line of crosses
Came to naught, when they intervened.
Cubed with naughts and crosses
The gridline is a grim graph
Where victory is a formula
You have no clue about
Yet you play, knowing full well
Them naughts and crosses
Could be more, maybe less
But, heck! The do teach you
A thing about being at the
Right place, at the right time
Bearing your cross,
Even if, inside, you’re naught 🙂
14 April, 2018, Day#14 of #NaPoWriMo, running two days late 😛
