Proxima Calling (poem)

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hoping there is

intelligent life

somewhere

 

you listen to the static of the universe

 

*

 

gazing with a mirror –

the image answers

in perfect english

 

the hand moves

when you move yours

it smiles

when you smile

 

*

 

gazing through a mirror –

the vision is distorted

 

*

 

hello! hello!

we’re here!

 

where are you?

 

 

Joanne Fisher

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