Night Highway
by Duane Anderson
Darkness gathers
as I travel on,
headlights pass by me
like stars falling from the sky,
each without a name
speaking words that say
“I have no place to rest,
tonight, I must travel on.”
reminding man, he is mortal.”
as I travel on,
headlights pass by me
like stars falling from the sky,
each without a name
speaking words that say
“I have no place to rest,
tonight, I must travel on.”
reminding man, he is mortal.”
Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE, and volunteers with a non-profit organization as a Donor Ambassador on their blood drives. He has had poems published in The Pangolin Review, Fine Lines, The Sea Letter, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, Poesis Literary Journal, and several other publications.