Like mini tornados, suspended in sunlight
Lined up all the way to heaven
Finding, though not by chance, remaining warmth
Last bastion of another amazing summers day
In full view, that dance of the wee beastie
Mesmerizing, haunting, electrifying
Choreographed with complete precision
Thousands of participants, synchronized
All revved up and clinging to their moment in time
Undisturbed, unhurried and unified
Passé double, Rumba and Tango, all in one
Judged by few, avoided by many
A huge night out for one so small
Living a short life to the full in this theatre without curtains