There's a blonde in my beer -
preening strands of amber gold
reflected in a side of looking glass
sparkling ale standing out in front
of colored bottles -
green, brown, opaque -
spirits lined up like a choir behind
the choir mistress as
she turns in answer to my call
and the top pops
without spilling a drop
gentle rising of her scent
out from the neck
scintillating vision of natural goodness
home brewed from the finest
natural Texas flavors
a lady lone star, wild blue bonnet
from the hill country
born of wild dreams held dear
in the wild heart belonging to
the blonde in my beer.
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