Dancing On An Ice Burger Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Dancing On An Ice Burger



Sometimes I feel like I am dancing,
upon an ice burger,
floating aimlessly,
out into a stormy sea,
melting ice below me,
waiting for the salt waters,
to crawl up to my knees,
dancing as the ice is cracking,
falling into little pieces,
all around me,
just as dusk arrives,
I know there is no way,
I will survive.

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