A Riff On Jack Growden's Driftwood At Sunset - Poem by David McLansky
A sanded piece of driftwood
Marooned upon the shore
Once a mighty redwood,
Flotsam, now, no more.
The wind and rain will blast you
In your towering height and pride
Batter down and cast you,
Until you’re lying on your side.
Worms and slugs and mushrooms
Will feed upon your hide
An ocean wave may drag you
Out with the rushing tide.
The ocean salt will scour you
And strip your of your bark,
You may be tossed on land again
By a wild wave after dark;
A lover may gather you
To feed his romantic fire
In flickering firelight on the beach
To ashes you’ll expire.
But know that in the universe
Nothing is lost or gained
The grandeur of what you once were
Shall always with me remain
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