by Duane Anderson
Where do I fall
when there is no place to go,
and when I cry,
who will wipe away my tears?
I’ve searched my mind,
and turned left on a dead-end street.
Now I turn to you,
be my map to lead me through.
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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.’