This Powerade doesn't belong to me.
I just happened upon it.
Its galactic blue hue seemed at the same time
like a canister of rocket fuel sent from the future
or a ripe berry for picking,
a fortunate, sweet and delectable harvest
springing forth with determination
from a desaturated land.
Very nearly proud for finding the summit,my sweaty brows turn to find
a dark herd
listening to my tires crunch.
Relief, anticipation, speed, reward.
Endorphin H I G H.
