The Ozarks

Evidence is the advantage of fatherswho relax in an ice cream parlorand show where the chainsaw almost took their fingers.

Now on the backs of sons, a weightheavier than tourism on the Ozark Mountains,delicate as an eagle's egg.

In the quiet end of the hotel,away from the pool, a few travelerswatch what is left of the Royals' game.

Tomorrow, climbing to the peakof the roller coaster your nephew doesn't want to ride,you'll point out all the hills of Branson,

tell him how they are snaked with caves.Already he looks at you like he understandsgeology and cavities—

cold and staggering like the cases we make.