up on the hill

you see them,
the young men,
so early in
their lives,
up on the hill playing
some sort of
toss ring.
you stand at your
kitchen
sink, peering
out the blinds.
the men
and women are happy
to be on the hill
in the sunlight
tossing these
toy rings,
beers in hand,
a grill smoking
nearby where the women
holding pink babies,
like new balloons
stir the embers,
quietly talking
amongst themselves.