Water Battles

Washing dishes

while my mom roams around

behind me

like a bee


getting nectar from a sunflower.

We banter

about the silliest thing

about nothing

and like a drizzle

from the sky

like a mountain out of fog



hit my skin

as if coming from a shower head

pointing straight at me

and I flick back

water from the faucet

in reciprocation.

Like the toddlers we are

a small water battle ensues

tossing droplets

at each other

across the room


just a tad

until the grand finale

of my cup


tilted toward her

and with a jerk of my wrist

the water flew

like a bird from a cage

out of my plastic cup.


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