Precipice

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Abstract

Alone at the edge. What alone, what precipice. The ground beneath a slab, stair jutting out, space to breathe, fears to form, two hundred, three hundred feet, is it—fifteen enough to kill. The family back away, wander off. Confront silence. With their mother and visitors, safe, young legs sure (except that one moment on
the pancakes).
Original languageEnglish
TypePoem
PublisherUniversity of Utah
Number of pages1
Place of PublicationUnited States
Volume72.1
Publication statusPublished - 1 Mar 2018

Publication series

NameWestern Humanities Review
PublisherUniversity of Utah
No.1
Volume72
ISSN (Print)0043-3845

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