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Two Voices Calling
In a chilly room
a slow heat
trapped in a bed;
Outside
a cold sleet
over the mountain:
Do I answer the louder
or the nearer?
Why did we evolve eyes
that can look at the moon
but not at the sun?
Better to say too little
than too much.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.