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