Mimic at Two

“Throw the ball to me.”

“Throw the ball to me.”

Skinny arm bent,

The ball rises and drops.

“Megitit,”

“Okay, throw it again.”

“Okay, throw it again.”

Little knees bent,

Small arms reach into the grass.

Feet balance – one, two, one.

A shy, toothy grin.

“Throw it to me, Arian.”

“Throw it to me, Arian.”

The blue rubber circle

Lobs at me.

“Very good, Arian.”

“Very good, Arian.

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