Snaking down the Kentucky 
On a riverboat 
Rare moments 
Of feeling like we’re somebody 
Sunburn settling in
To already rosy cheeks 
Smiles as broad
As the river itself
Curious about stilted houses
Wondering why 
It has taken so long 
To do this

Later at the hotel,
Live goldfish glide under
The glass topped bar. 
Taylor is delighted 
At cookies as big as her head