by Duane Anderson
Outside It is Raining A man looks out a window outside it is raining between drops past grey clouds he casts a glance searching for the sun and a rainbow across the sky inside a man looks out a window outside it is raining between puddles past streams flowing he closes his eyes hoping the rain will disappear. Yes, My Friends, Hello A raindrop listens as it falls from a cloud, so long my friend, yes, so long. A raindrop listens as it nears the ground. Good day my friend, yes, good day. Carrying a suitcase, a raindrop travels farther into new soils, different skies, new clouds, yes, my friend, hello. My Search Continues I am lost in a world I cannot find. I travel from city to city going house to house knocking on doors, but no one answers. Each day I place a two-page ad in the newspaper and call house to house on the phone, but still each day, no answer. It hurts, but yet my search continues letters written in every language with the message, please tell me how to get home. Wake Up America Wake up America to a raining morning be it snowing sun shining foggy. Wake up people and step outside, the ground is ready to hear your footsteps.
Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of, On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk; The Blood Drives: One Pint Down, and, Conquer the Mountains.
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