Sunday, December 23, 2012

Stream of consciousness poem, part IX


October 14, 2011 – That night, at the hotel

Where’s Luna?
She’s been driving
For thirty hours
Straight
From Colorado –
Just she and
Her dog

She reached
North Carolina
Three hours ago
She should be here
By now
Can’t call her
Because her cell
Phone died

Where’s Luna?
Every vehicle
In the hotel
Parking lot
Could be her
But they are not
Luna

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