How far from heaven
this cold moon
on an October day.
At 9 o'clock the artist swaggered
Full of her genius/
In the market the careless florist sells gypsum
and faded roses.
One woman's bitter complaint
buys a chrysanthemum for an unknown tomb.
then a sharp reproach in the cold church
And Mary's Statue stands in sharp relief
White marble, a single crimson rose
the single candle is the early prayer
for Heaven's help.
