Peanut candy and fiber drinks,
plastic plates and mandarins,
feet dangling, open stares,
introductions, nervous faces,
polite bows stumble over names.
I retreat to a class like
the waiting room, the doctor's office.
In the web, spider waiting
for her juicy flies,
such cute little flies.
Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Where do you live? I don't know.
How old are you? I don't understand.
I cannot eat these flies.
They are too beautiful.
I let them go, one by smiling one.
It's alright, the butterfly is still alive.