The Monastery

It was a Day He wore his cocoa-brown shirt not silk sort-of sort-of splayed with sinewy filamented palm trees in green fibrilangulared leaves no coconuts; draping to him like a cosy vestment tucked deeply beneath... St. Bernard de Clairvaux, Oh, this sunny Sunday Morn. to know beatitude, of a place traveled stone by stone stone upon stone remade for It's Image imparvenue, about the nave, there a photo-snapping Song and Stepping Borne with the Smile of Day East to West they children in a Rhyme... Sublime... Alas, now, The Day apass from East to West His vestmeant for cocoaed-brown draped to him like a cere-cloth, & tucked beneath deeply recalls to the Day-nearly (8.21.1153) and the Massacre of the Troubadour, & a felo-de-se, en Masse! H.e.m. 7.21.MMvii. ("MWABD")