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