Rambunctious August night,
teeming with sweating fireflies
and hypnotic Klezmer music.
I leap out of bed
and open the window.
Satars 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
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-kansas/
