I remember the ball; six stars
Evenly spaced, separated by
A double chevron stripe
At the equator. In the picture
My brother -- I'm not born yet --
Sits well back on a couch;
His feet don't reach the edge.
The ball's in a pot, the pot's
On his lap, carefully held.
Read his eyes: "Ball, you and Pot
Must stand by me always."
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