Springtime Early Morning

Jonita Jett

A stale air swirls around
the chair I sit in. It's
midnight as I look through one
of Anais Nin's diaries. The
clock chimes twelve times.

Sirens scream far off
in the night and a train
rattles along the track.

A map on my bedroom

wall I stare at and look
intently at Kansas. I don't
know why; perhaps I lived
there in another life or maybe
I'll live there in this one....


© Copyright 2006 by Jonita Jett


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