Avignon knows that April has arrived;
a week has passed, and perfection closed -
who has seen the crazy life inside?

The Man recants, his life deformed, perhaps,
should shelter become intensified
and an easier existence found for tortured Art.

When War came, and open flowed expense,
can curling pleasure hurt the Earth
now that pain is documented?

In Heart's true strength the burden passed
into quiet ceasing moments; years;
fragrant pastures blaze in golden light.

She is softness, your Renaissance, old man;
ninety famous stretches, fulsome workaholic -
pretty Jacqueline, clothed at last; your love.