O Santa Fe.
you can build adobe yoga rooms
paint your ceiling beams brown
you can move firewood via burro
scratch the chins of the howling coyotes
and dangle chiles in every doorway
go ahead and dip Indian bread in mugs
of broth where “mild” is the new “hot”
i’ll even let you redefine the Frito Pie
or put vibram soles on moccasins
call every blue stone by the same name
and allow Amazon’s elite guests to geocache in the Plaza
but DO NOT—seriously—DO NOT FUCK with the panda bear.