Band Geek
By: Linus Stoltz

I saw them standing
with funny, furry, little hats
and vibrant overcoats.
I saw them march unified
and precise like ants
marching in a line.
I saw band geeks.
 
I thought their title
suited them, social
outcasts destined
to play piccolos and triangles.
I thought those
are the people who can't run,
jump, shoot, throw, or even attempt
curling. I knew for sure
chess was considered a sport to them.
 
I thought all this and much more was true,
until I played in a band,
and heard my saxophone's
booming volume,
felt its soothing
alm,
and found a place to belong.