Why is it people do not cry
In their negroni or martini
But they do in their beer? Beer,
In its simplicity, in its complexity,
Begs to be understood. It is like
A relationship in this respect.
Too long contemplated it will go
Flat, its effervescence spent.
And of course, it need not be
Stirred or shaken. A sip, a swallow,
A toast—see it drunk before it looses
Its head. Because when the glass
Is empty, there may or may not be
More on tap. No draw, no pour.
Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona.
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