in a mess of magenta and green
These crab coloured walls
smell of sea not
The largest book on John Adams
that I've ever seen
This place must be hell
when it's hot.
Old ladies sit by pools
eating gourmet dinners
on chairs of the
most audacious pink
And the hibiscus
doesn't reach my balcony
Though they soar over
the heads of babes in the water
blue to green to purple
under a while sky
textures and shadows
hues of the sea
a living breathing thing
when seen from so high
the view is obstructed
by an ugly palm tree.