But why do you need more?
I ask my son.
Don’t you have enough yet?
No. Not enough.
You can’t really play with them all, can you?
Yes, all of them.
What game are you playing anyway?
Not playing. Building.
What are you building, Coop?
Because it may look like nothing more
than a pointless pile of discarded plush,
of Gonzo and Red Panda and Monkey
and so much more,
but that is only because I am not seeing
what he so cleverly spies
being young and determined and hopeful.
For what could be more fun
than building a tower?
A tower? I ask.
Then I can be sooo high.
Then I can see everything in the whole wide world.