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Calls
By T. Zachary Cotler

Night dogs in the city

sound their skulls


like conch horns. We

forget each other's words


from phone to satellite to phone

calls last year. By now, maybe


voices in the Oort

Cloud, light-seconds apart,


keep on in conversation

if an Oortshell sounds them back


....like Earthshells do the ocean.

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