I am watching a man eating <br />at a restaurant. <br />He eats daintily, <br />carefully selecting his portions, <br />like an artist choosing his colours <br />before using it on canvas. <br /> <br />He does not see me watching him, <br />or knows that his eating inspires poetry... <br /> <br />so when he looks up I cast my eyes down <br />to prevent the moment from <br />being ordinary.<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-eating/
