The children construct their Lego house with a flawed foundation and a

Gaping hole like a wind-wrecked beach house on an

Eroding slope.

Some ride their trikes in a predetermined circle around the Lego-layers;

Some forget the line that was drawn to

Keep them from hitting the builders, so a

Stern look and scolding is needed to remind them of their boundaries.

Aside the kinetic action of the gym,

Baby artists sit on stools and try to color between the lines

As if the value of their energies rests upon

The distinction of color held steady by bold, black lines.

One teacher sits amongst the Legos,

Showing the best route for building success,

Annoyed and disregarding the kids that will not listen and learn.

The children hold their big playmate in the esteem

That should be reserved for architects and engineers

But he suffices for the complex task of bricklaying.

With only half a house completed,

The kids begin to play Zoo,

With baby and daddy tigers alike.

Another adult mindlessly doodles on scraps of paper

To pass the time between work and play.

The inexperienced colorers glance at her work and pause, mouths open, to take in the spectacle of

Drawing as advanced as high school art class,

Soon begging the teacher to draw exactly what she has done on

The paper of hers, his, hers, and his.

A child drives up to the absent employee and bumps her foot with her wheel,

Causing the former to giggle and the latter to put pencil down and smile.

A girl rushes in to part these two, shifting her stance from foot to foot, and pleading for leave to use the restroom.