Rambunctious August night, <br />teeming with sweating fireflies <br />and hypnotic Klezmer music. <br /> <br /> <br />I leap out of bed <br />and open the window. <br />Satars the size of dimes <br />shoot into the room. <br /> <br /> <br />A tiny pain squeezes my heart. <br />I am bleeding. <br />I am bleeding. <br /> <br /> <br />I must change my life. <br />My tribe lives by dreams, <br />not by compromise. <br /> <br /> <br />Clicking the radio on, <br />I hear George Shearing <br />dancing on the moon.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-kansas/
