Rocky Mountain High

This one
came to me in a dream
and taught
me a new
knot.

And then I got
to trip down memory lane
and listen to John Denver again.

I was right back
in my Aunt Bonnie’s little MG
with the top down
and a burlap earthshoe bag
full of 8 track tapes
at my feet in the passenger seat.

Wind in our hair
singing at the top of our lungs
it was the closest
I have ever come
to a
Rocky Mountain High.