On the Floe - Thin White Rope

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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