Hotel Amenities - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
Someone had detached every
crystal from the largest chandelier
in the hotel,
suspending each of them
from the branches of the winter-bare
maple tree next to the
west wall of the house.
At 3: 00 someone flung open
all 12 windows on the west wing.
At 3: 15 a thousand rainbows
began to paint the walls of every
room, new colors emerging
every minute, illuminated murals.
At 3: 16 guests appeared at
all 12 windows and applauded.
Someone down below curtsied
and went to get a ladder.
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