Upstream

Absinthe green and gin white,

Bourbon brown and whiskeys bite,

Magic brews to subdue or embolden

How they see fit.

Sometimes loosening

A person held at bay,

And others shutting mouths

While throwing punches.

A carefully procured potion

With mystic contents

And curious results.

Magic all around us ought not be surprised,

By cryptic text in cursive illegible.

In the revelation that if we share a continent

There is always an unbroken chain of concrete

Connecting us together.

Keep your ear to the pavement

And feel my heartbeat in the

Slithering cracks and widening potholes

Gas prices rise and fall

In time with my bloods pulsing nature

Yet in the economy of you and me

An empty tank won’t keep me away

As we will always be connected

By a shared river of gravel and tar

I’ll swim upstream I’ll swim down

Please don’t be too far.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for prompting @mildreflections and I with “The green of absinthe.”