Resort

From poolside, one can see

a cross-section of who we are:

The bored brazen blond

with bubblegum pink

terrycloth robe by her side

hand on hip

naked for all

The maid in uniform

of clean-pressed white

black waist tie

black stockings

fluffing sheets from

night before negotiations

The bare-assed fool

either in unawares or uncares

scrambling for something,

anything.

Three adjoining rooms

empty, heavy white curtains

partially drawn

All behind metallic

art deco design,

reflection sun flare

every now and then.

3/27/10