Early Daze
A guest poem by Peter Storey.
Editor’s Note: I’m pleased to present the Greenwood Heights Review’s first guest poem, courtesy of poet and writer Pete Storey. He’s the author of several books of poetry and fiction, which can be found on Amazon. Enjoy!
“Early Daze”
Well I’d gone up and now was coming down,
Safe distance from all souls save fir and beech,
Til skunking neath transmission lines I found
Two laughers, laughed, and stopped just out of reach—
They offered me a try; I said I’d buy
Instead, my stop was closed, the plague, you know,
A quarter or an ounce to keep me fly—
But oops—I had no cash—I turned to go;
Hey man, they said, hey take this nug—and dropped
Some lettuce in my palm—so we bumped fists,
I said hey thanks, hope seeya round. Far off
Some children squealing seemed were nearing, first
Warm sun of Spring was kissing on my cheek—
So left those laughers laughing—strange, strange week.