Frank Dullaghan
On the Edge
The low sun goes for her eyes.
Looking down, there are daisies
right there at the drop,
wide-opened to the view,
waiting to rip off on a wind;
go galactic. Her ears play
the small voices of her husband and child
below on the beach:
sufficient and safe,
two halves of their own circle.
She opens her coat,
wanting the chill to impact.
The sea grumbles.
The sky closes its fist.
A lone gull circles, comes back,
over and over,
the way each day follows
the one before: nowhere to go.
The cold is a door
she could open in her head,
take a step into dark.
She is a speck on a cliff.
There is nothing in her that is warm.
She adds no weight to the world.
Her husband and son
are already alone.
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