Rules (new)

Wine spills on the felt bag
filled with tiny square tiles
Chancing luck and sobriety
Our knuckles unknowingly brush
with hope against perfect pieces

Without needing to see
We battle for control of cities
Place tiny people sideways
holding their own
Squeezed between roads
never ending undulations

Forgetting our old rules
Begin a new game with new players
We agree to rules we will never read
Scoring without care
Clicking for cloisters

Accepting that spaces may appear where no other tile will fit
Fighting battles
Enjoying the spoils of war
Double or quits