2 POEMS from 4Cs workshop, SSU

I am the last unicorn 

asleep in the dream of tomorrow

I would like to be the last star 

on your apron string.

My cold heart in your hands

soft as the baby sleeping, 

bones color of the sky 

with thoughts of the moon 

halfway home 

from the fantasy of the sky.

Four C's workshop 

Sonoma State University

4/28/1995

I am the stillness of deer 

under midnight meadows 

where the moon comes to think.

The grass to me the direction of the wind. 

The trees taught me the speech of grass.

From the stars I learned to memorize 

the constellations 

carried on the backs of children, 

for the sky is my home.

Four C's workshop 

Sonoma State University

4/28/1995