(Beer with no froth is no beer.)

they float
puffy in flimsy fantasy
on brewed beer:
amber-white suds, bulbous,
innumerable, inestimable,
minute and infinite.

tiny but airy bubbles
effervesce as they coalesce,

like us.

((with airs we band together
in bubbly flair
over sparkling mugs of beer.))

unleathery lather,
fizz that sizzle with a hiss
then subside, abate,

like us.

((after our hustle and bustle,
we settle.))

– between bubble and us is air.

– Chito L. Aguilar
(c) 2003


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