Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Riff on Laurel's Autumn Anniversary


If you should ever leave me,
Leave me when it snows,
When ice is on the evergreens
Glistening, hanging low.

When frost is in the air
And the light is bleak and chill,
Reflecting my despair,
And my broken will;

That I may wander in the flakes
That billow from the sky;
Disappearing for your sake
And as I'm frozen, die.

But you could also leave me
Standing beside the road
In the shimmer of the desert
Beside a desiccated toad

With an empty bottle
Squinting in the sun
As you gunned the throttle
And I too old to run.

Submitted: Sunday, February 16, 2014
Edited: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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