The unstoppable

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Child

serving tea at the beach
takes the empty cups
from visitors, tourists.

Then
an angelic smile
diviner than divine
runs behind a spider
there, there, there
ouf…noh…it goes into its hole.
the child smiles
a very wise one now
knows it can never catch
but unrestrained fun is being on the run,
thinks of home, the village
from where, the little worker was brought
as a visitor, then, maybe bought
preordained folklore
unpreventable onslaught.

Like a fragile foggy web
for a split second
faces flash, aunt, pa, bro,
kittens, birds, pups all hungry
for food, water and perhaps milk
she touches her teats
disobediently blooming
hee hee she smiles
suddenly she sees the stony eyeballs
of her mom, livid and concerned
she hides them
from eyes, eyes, eyes
looks at the holes, stops.

One spider pops
oops, goes back again
to its sandy inland,
the child, to the shop
washes the cups
to serve afresh
and smile on the way
playing again
with spiders.