Sensory

There is no more hoped arrival of forrest green volvo ,
For more lets get coffee, how are you, dream with me meetings.
You are gone now
Rocky mountain destination,
far away,
where foothills and mountains are your backyard.
You flit,
flew away.
Scourning the city you left behind
kicking its dust off your heels.
I attempt to recall what I thought I knew of you,
and who you were in the face of the city.
In which i stay. stand.
Hikes, and coffee shops
rivers and mountain tops.
An Earthy. A shallow knowing.
Fragrant of soils and loam ,
truth and reason,
laughter and the autumn season.