The Provenance Hotel

From the Merit of Light

By: Stephen Rifkin - Feb 26, 2016

 The  Provenance  Hotel

  Returning,

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.