Saga of a Closet

The two workers were busy. The third one, the lazy bum,

outside the carpentry shop all day, he gazed at the waves.

“I shall make a closet with a mirror for the sea” he said.

Truly he made one big and cumbersome closet, it wouldn’t

          fit in a house;

they never found a purchaser. The closet remained outside,

in front of the shop, mirroring the sea day and night; not

cumbersome anymore, accessible, vain, getting old as

the days passed, brotherly concerted with the busy and

          the lazy      

until, one night, they pulled it into the sea. We never saw it

          again.