Arrow Rock Literary Journal

Malts

Bret Lundstrom

 

I had a malt one time

Malt liquor another

The treats we reward ourselves

The pains we cause ourselves

From ice to cream

With ice to dream

Dreams of summer

Days of warmth

Brightly stressing

Our daily displeasures

Honestly regretting

Lying to the past

Remembering days of malts

Through the glass bottles

In the hazy green glass

Of malt liquor