the place is full
with people, with sound and smells of food
to be eaten, with a measured mood…
cars waiting outside the hall,
the spoons and forks,
are up to their winsome work;
everyone looks at the charming host
who’s talking and laughing while stalking the most,
not on one, not on two, but on everyone;
to see that the battle’s won,
has spent a lot
to steal them all, on the spot…
guests begin to eat the words
drowsy with the smell that’s spreading around
the staring host alights from the silent mound
they nod their heads for winning wars;
it’s time to leave over a cup of tea…
cars begin to walk away
space here, is there to stay
fully lost and went empty...
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