A sharp comic poem about a climber, a mountain summit and a divine correction, where pride meets a larger hand from the sky.
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Pant, gasp, wheeze— he drags himself over the last white lip of mountain. Puff. Puff. At the summit he plants his boots, points up, and calls out to the great god. The sky opens. A great hand descends— larger than the peak, one finger wide enough to blot out the sun. Thunk. Down he goes: all boots, elbows, panic, and sky. From above: *Goddess.*
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