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Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian

Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian
Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Celebrate Like You're Running Out of Time, a Birthday Poem for Greg Luna (restored, with Angelo's photographs of the hawk that visited)

Sarah Wood with her painting of the hawk that visited us (see below)

Celebrate Like You’re Running Out of Time

A Birthday Poem for Greg Luna

Dedicated also to Angelo Luna,

Toni Lumbrazo Luna,

& Lin-Manuel Miranda


 separated from his love

Angelo studies stoicism

obsesses over stats

keeping an eye on the latest

from the WHO & the CDC

to tell him where his head is at

perhaps his studies will lead him

to develop the NYC grit

his mother denied him

when she tore us from our home state

so that she could spend her days hiding

all I know is I admire him

I must respect his wishes

regarding our time outside the house

he’s keeping us all safe

and in return I enjoy

the gift of time with him


it’s all we have in the end



 lockdown inevitably changes one’s perspective:

I now realize that I suffer from




                             all of which are illusion

                             and a colossal waste of my

                             limited time on this earth


or that I spend too many moments

worrying about bullshit


being isolated

from family & friends


(since late 2001)


has forced me to reconsider

my concept of both freedom & independence


the world burns

and an evil thug

has his rich knee

on the neck of

our democracy 


on this day when independence from monarchy

is reduced to a mindless, heartless, nutrition-free

cartoon of patriotism


I marvel at you

my brother

an anomaly

in our contentious family:

a truly peaceful person

and the only one able to

broker peace

when shit goes down


wish I had an ounce of your ease

to soothe my troubled mind

it is as if the spirit of our grandfather

his tranquility          the quiet power

          of his equanimity

had leapt into you

so that you might embody

the harmony

this energy affords


                             I love you for it 


yesterday as we watched Hamilton

crying & laughing & experiencing

a resurgence in our love for the republic


a hawk appeared suddenly on our back fence

& everything froze—you should have seen it


yellow & red & ferocious        majestic


& completely indifferent to our petty worries


we caught a brief glimpse of true freedom & realized


how lucky we are to be alive right now

Photos by Angelo Luna