church was packed for the seven p.m.
mass celebrated by a stream of
white-robed priests including someone
excelentisimo or another I stood
in back listening to a ten minute
choral piece echoing from the
loft creating a most moving moment
in the crowd all standing all
it was -- h a l l e l u j i a
stately serene beautiful catholic
on our feet, then I left &
went back outside to watch
the universal night and people.
Began to feel lonely.
St. Francis smiled sadly, shook his
head at me, asked in my heart:
"Where is your woman, gringo?"
