Colorado Song (Previously My Colorado)

the driver's side
of a jade green convertible:
the latticed prairie
(starillions of yellow flowers
and dusty shrubs)
greeting a sky
woven of white and

the boundless blue of your eyes.

a sun flower
sage brush spray, laced
with curdled perfumes:
cow shit, dead skunk, and
the warm, aching stench
of your cologne
seeping from Jade's left seat—

you sat here only just days ago.

the mess of stone
and chasm, of aspen and pine;
powdered pieces of
your twirly, chaotic stardust
are growing mountains.
The land lifting out of plains
is a song you taught me and

I still know it all by heart.