Beer By Bruce Morton

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.