12.12.2012 AND COUNTING
Been out of Austin six months now
two oceans, some rivers, and a sea
Gathering material to throw
into a big pot of Shiner Bock
A pinch of limestone ground real fine
eye of salamander, blind of bat
and horn of ram from the Shiner cap
With branches from an old live oak
leaves still clinging to the stock
a dozen poets stirring the pot
and breathing their words across the top
Watch it bubble and settle and steam
something will scum to the surface soon
haiku to draw through a slender straw
and cups of couplets in rhyming itme
The Mayan calendar is running down
but I’ve got next year’s Marilyn and
ten new poems, and plenty of faith
that awe and Austin will carry on