Vatican Courtyard

      and how have i 
come to be here?

i wondered as the
   hot sun broiled
those ancient lands

we never understood
      where our feet 
   had taken us,

why so much sorrow
      attracted evil men

      sweet prudence,
i never could read 
   her beautiful mind.

      not sweetest taro
not chilled bananas

nothing seemed to 
   make much difference.

      it was a finer voyage,
he used to sometimes say

   and she did not argue.

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