(Matthew has a perfect eye so when he said don’t miss Mabou we came.)
Our hotel is red. The room could be a motel room
anywhere Mabou Red River Inn famous for cinnamon buns
Friday pizza we walk to trails winding around
the river air is yellowish
pines and wild thyme low sky, bald eagles every night
I am not a nature poet here I want to be
to know the names of tiny blueberries we pick
all the birds we see
we walk to the Red Shoe Inn music every night
easier for me to tell you about the people at the next table
than birds we saw along the way young woman
amazing Elvis tattoo Elvis all the way from her elbow to her shoulder.
He looks happy too.