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.