It is enough that in the wash
of horns and hawker’s cries, three friends
have found a private continent.
simple as laughter or hunger pains,
their game is probably profound.
Those fingers compassing the stars
perhaps described the Pleiades?
Those stars (or so an elder’s tale
once told) are really silver coins
the raving Judas cast away.
Kids are somehow sinister,
slier than the ancient voyagers.
Who knows? Maybe they have devised
a plot of plundering the sky.