Pope Francis
In his new white robes,
Standing on a veranda in Rome
He speaks Italian and waves,
Waves a weak hand to the crowd.
In Italian he says nice things
Which will be read as code
Containing keys to his values.
In their red robes
Some cardinals, unchosen, harbor regret.
Some, unchosen, are filled with relief
That they will be going home
Without the burden of the world.
Now Francis prays for the odd retired pope, and
For the people of Rome and for all of us, and
Now he takes his leave, and
Commentators begin to parse in earnest.
March 14, 2013
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