Christopher Luna

almost missed important call

     wish thought 
             resembled creek 
                             instead of rock
             wall of stone 
                      eventually erodes
			

                               slow walk recall old story claiming 
                               that the souls of the departed
                                                           inhabit the trees
            close look at knotted wrinkled bark
                     reveals ancient lips gentle     whisper 
            eyes             teeth                skin           vulva

   every night 
            window open to let in cool air
   every morning 
            wake to maddening rattle of    the bee
                                trapped in the burning sun
                                        rising over the hills
innocent insect
         inadvertently decapitated
                   as it attempts escape 
                             from 20 oz. plastic drink cup

Christoper Luna is a poet and journalist with an M.F.A. in Writing and Poetics from the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at the Naropa Institute in Boulder, CO. His poems have appeared in Gare du Nord, Big Scream, Babylon Review, Depths of a Greyhound Terminal, and several chapbooks from Dreamed in Xerox Press in Boulder, CO. He is currently a Staff Writer at Current Biography, and his literary and film criticism has appeared in publications including Rain Taxi, the Boulder Planet, the Long Island Voice, and the Island Ear.

Email Christopher Luna at CLunaC@aol.com

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