After the curtain opened
On a midsummer morning garden
Against a backdrop of leaves on a wall
The audience hushed in darkness
Nothing happened for a while
And then a small bright white something
Floated midair from stage left to right
Moon-like catching the daylight sun
I couldn't tell if it was a petal
Or a moth or a breezy angel
But for several minutes after it had gone
We sat in silence until the curtain fell
Was that the whole drama
The reviews were mixed
Some felt they'd been cheated
While others sat transfixed
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