The Few
published in Rabbits Over Clevyland: Chicken Soup for Tessa Lowell in 2006
assembled by those who were there

Stealing Scott’s fries,
trying to reconcile
deprivation of sleep.
Circumstance is a funny thing,
but I stay high on the waltz
of my first poetry read.
Been swinging on Levy’s beard
since 2am, Friday.
The “real” world hissing at me
on the horizon—
Go sleep sleep sleep,
YOU will wait for ME.

Bread flung into
Levy’s waters,
Rebirth. Faith. Love.
Our troop small, outnumbered,
but it is the few who
see all.