The Banquet For The Spectator

the table is abundant
like life, but to be happy
i eat nothing,

i watch them all
fill their appetites

after this banquet
i ask them to take away
all that is unconsumed.

when the table is empty
what i have is full satisfaction

of course, i never tell them
i am polite.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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