Leaving Kansas     Rambunctious August night, teeming with sweating firelflies and hypnotic Klezmer music.     I leap out of bed and open the window. Stars the size of dimes shoot into the room.     A tiny pain squeezes my heart. I am bleeding. I am bleeding.     I must change my life. My tribe lives by dreams, not by compromise.     Clicking the radio on, I hear George Shearing dancing on the moon.     - David Kowalczyk