In the shadow
of the afternoon sun
a small white army marches
without a gardener,
a guide,
a guard dog.

The evening reflects
in the face of the morning.

The little ballerinas dance
for the invisible audience.
The wind is cheering,
applauding.

With a bow,
gentlemen and ladies,
the show began.

And everyone immersed
into their daily tasks
and themes,
gazed at themselves,
do not see
the infinite splendor
of the moment.

Copyright © 2016 Kat