Performance this Sat at the Japanese Gardens 1pm


More still than a star, one thought shies

by: what if the sky loved you?

But nobody knew? But that magnet in space

pulled hard? But you acted like nothing at all

was reaching or callingĀ  for you? More still

than a star going by, that thought stays.

A day at a time pieces of it glow.

Nobody notices: quiet days.

William Stafford

Catch us dancing at the Japanese Garden