Inside a ninth-floor suite of natural neutrals accented by tropical hues –
a light, lofty stateroom habitat of linen-clad lovelies.
Warm, breezy beach vibes frame a palm-frond northern view –
a timely bijoux retreat for two naive, nomadic flamingo sages
to cook, entertain, chill, and enjoy their twilight decades.

Beyond, flopsy-hatted humans advance along the Hades’ halls –
kaleidoscopic thongs flip-flopping euphonically,
poolside accessory-laden carts jostling elevator-bound,
transferring the host to resort-style amenities.
Dotty, striped, and floral-flavoured swim-wearers
recline, relax, relinquish their stressors –
smiling, sunny-clad, solar seekers sailing by.

Pandora’s perspective:

Haunted, harrow-hued, scantly clad humans,
paternoster-bound – cacophonous utility trollies jamming –
hastening down the halls of Hades to access
bought-and-paid for resort type amenities:
A ghoulish, leathery-skinned haven or – hell?