You kids  from our knees down

Look upon the world as blue hills

In a fuzzy grove of far, far trees.

You play games in wood pillars

Of eye’s dreams, also-have-beens.

You hide and we seek very eyes.

Shout if you must, when the stone

Does not tumble on the sixth one.

You play cheat, ball a mere flower.

A marigold tossed from cardboard.

Your rules change like life’s rules

With no notice, now this, now that.

From knees up, don’t grow to sky.

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