Need For Breeze

By Diane Webster

The train whistle blows
along the railroad track
along memories of lying in bed
during hot summer nights
when curtains died
for lack of breath,
and the train whistle blew
like taps through darkness
transporting the need for breeze
into dreams until morning.

 

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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.


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