local hôtel
all aboard to a local hôtel-
we swimmed in the old pool and
got a sour cocktail.
in sunlight, everything was lime.
strawberry kisses and crispy French fries.
we strolled through strange streets
on a cheap blue motorbike.
we got a cold milk
and bargained for a souvenir t-shirt.
we hauled up at the flee market
and got back in.
we played endless tunes
under the ceiling fans and brown afternoons.
days would last forever;
and nights eternal.