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Tasmanian Europa Poets Gazette No 178 February 2019 Madonna, Judy Brumby-Lake, oil on canvas Judy Brumby-Lake, Le Smack, oil on canvas A Letter I've waited and waited to hear from you - Your silence is so strange, so deafening. I know Shenyang is far away, But even at the tap of your keyboard You could have wished me a merry Christmas, Or wished me well for New Year - After all, we have been friends for thirty years And once - much more. I fear that your Christmas was not merry, I even fear that for you there will be no more Christmases - Or new years - ever. Yes, I know what China has achieved And the world is astounded by its technology. Though you are not of their heritage, Your heart and home is Chinese - and your pride! We are of the same age and I always believed that, With your brilliant mind and inexhaustible vitality, You would outlive me - Or has your mind clouded now,