Forward, at a run.
Backward, hands behind, sinking onto my lap at the right moment.
Forward, but looking to the side, as if by accident.
Forward, falling into my arms.
Forward, arms wide, body slam.
Forward, arms down, pausing just before me, as if he changed his mind.
Forward, weaving side to side, grinning.
For someone without words,
This was an astonishing sequence of creative thought.
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