Reflections In a Gleaming Glass
Cloud watching,
cold beer froth
bursts gently on wet lips.
Sunlight in a golden brew
reflecting odd formations
that float as clouds
newly arrived from Iceland.
A blue sky movie
one seen before,
but this is a good sequel.
If I were its director
I would add
a squeeze of lemon,
a dry beer mat
but this will definitely do.
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