At The Spa

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAt the spa
Everyone smiles.
Tiles glow hygienic white,
Perfumed unguents, lavender rain,
Thirsting skin beneath warm hands,
Intimate, warm candle light.

At the spa
Everyone smiles.
Lithe women loll on daybeds,
Sipping lemon water, eyes half-closed,
Dreaming of their lovers
And the night.

At the spa
Everyone smiles.
Attendants shuffle slowly by,
Silent and invisible,
Rolling and replacing towels
With work-worn hands

At the spa
Everyone smiles.
The large Hispanic servant meets my eye.
And there, amid the luxury
Of social inequality,
Hers is the sweetest smile I see.

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