Living on the Top Floor of a Riyadh Hotel
by FLGeldhof
People always strive upward.
The Club Level—on the ninth floor—
is a privilege for those who stay
above the eighth.
From there, you overlook all of Riyadh:
hazy and grey,
like the eyes
of the guests on the Club Level.
Downstairs, I go to the first-floor restaurant
for breakfast.
Outside the window, a clear swimming pool.
A staff member, eyes clean and focused,
uses a hose to rinse
already spotless tiles.
Back on the top floor again,
the pool outside looks distant,
like a gemstone
set in limestone.
Surrounding it, those grey
never-cleaned
rooftops of the high places.
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