It’d rained yesterday.

Slip slop of my bare feet

kick through them concrete grey hallways.

My hands grazed over

beams colored with chipped paint

that pricked my fingers.

Thems entrance doors lazed mid-swing.

condensation collecting on hazy glass panes.

Sweet aroma of coffee cream

floated through the air,

(the sound of steel drums

‘n gui-tars)

when the doors squeaked open

The building were a faded yellow,

with a poolside surrounded by flowering trees

My brother and I sat on the edge

with our pants rolled up to our knees

water kicked up, up.

Slip slop.

He held a glass Coke bottle

half-full.

Equally yellow and faded

Christmas lights embraced them chipped beams.

I

(had a pineapple taste in my mouth)

We looked up

setting sun bathed the hotel in gold

sky darkened

blue black purple tinge

on the horizon

were rested clouds on our shoulders.