joe.

he sits

mumbling

playing chess

waiting

for a challenger

or a student

waiting for me

to sit

patient

with my amateurness

smiling to himself

perhaps

he sees

who he once was

in me

making mistakes

but eager to learn

still he teaches

me to watch

to pay attention

he wins with ease

grinning lopsidedly

shakes my hand

and says 'until next time'

(prompt: write a paragraph, about something you see, feel, smell, taste, or hear. Modify into a poem. Then take the poem & delete everything that isn't essential in your 'story'.)