The Provenance Hotel

From the Merit of Light

By: - Feb 26, 2016

 The  Provenance  Hotel
Our hair sleek, thoughts resemble
Little shallow fish,
And arms, resting mottled
With salt (your arm rounded,
Neat), propose
A harbor.
The bay glitters, filled
With recitations
Of light.
The sun visits, the gist
Of our patronage.