You kids from knees down there
Look upon the world as blue hills
In a fuzzy grove of far, far trees.
You play games in wooden pillars
Of eye’s dreams, also-have-beens.
You hide and we seek very eyes.
Shout if you must, when a 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.