1 Poem by Duane Anderson

In the Eyes of a Box

Am I empty,
and you are going to fill me up,
then send me away to someone else?

Am I full,
and you are going to empty me
to enjoy what someone else had gifted to you?

And what will you do next,
save me for a moving day,
save me for hiding a gift,

store an item you think you still need,
store me away for a future time,
recycle me in the trash?

Please do what you want to do.
I treasure what is placed in me.
I treasure what is removed.

I am a box, and at times,
you will not know what you will find
until you open me up.

Sometimes I am empty,
sometimes I hold an old memory,
sometimes, the surprise of your life.



Bionote

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,’ and ‘Family Portraits.’