Poetry
Diane Webster

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I received a letter telling me
Tonya had died four months
and two letters ago—
letters to a dead friend
who never got to read them;
so I wrote other friends
and emailed a couple more the news,
and all I got was silence.
Until one confessed she lost my letter
like Tonya didn’t matter,
had died alone again,
had died without reading my letters
like the friends who never replied
not wanting death too near,
not wanting to write to the friend
who wrote letters to dead friends.

Diane Webster’s goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life or nature or an overheard phrase and to write from her perspective at the moment. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in Philadelphia Poets, Illya’s Honey, River Poets Journal and other literary magazines. Email: diaweb[at]hotmail.com