On the Floe

Sack Full Of Silver
On The Floe
(Guy Kyser)
There is a bar where everyone I know
We talk about osme things we don’t begin to know
We’re smart enough to realize we got no business here
But not smart enough to rise above our bitterness and fear
There is a bridge they’re afraid to complete
Creatures walk on it wearing ruts with their feet
That long-ago someone has broken their hearts
They watch without seeing as we exit the bar
Seems to me we are stranded on the floe
Watching distant shorelines as we go
There is a song so hard to steer
I thought it would capsize in bitterness and fear
I look to the sky when I’m tired of the sea
Constellations are moving, they’re useless to me
And it seems we’ve been stranded on the floe
Watching distant shorelines as we go
Eric Wincentsen
Glendale Community College
Glendale, Arizona
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