Thursday, May 3, 2012

Hotel Vignette

Grande Lakes, Florida

The orange lights of Orlando at dawn
as the night people with their moon-white faces
chasing billowing sun-dress breezes give way
to the people of the day, with their straight
white skirts and marble-tapping shoes
inside the luxury prison
of Romanesque colonnades,
conquistador chandeliers,
uncertain coral colors.
A squirrel runs across the palazzo
to the forest of gold bamboo.
Floating moss crosses the lake,
the sawgrass glistens.


the walking man said...

A two tone town and a poet aging wondering which fits better, oh how those daytime people wait for Memorial day to wear their white shoes while the night time just moves on in its overheated way.

Anonymous said...

Personalities--and revelation--can be circadian.