we would play kick the can under yard lights<\/p>\n
on summer nights when city kids would be filling cars<\/p>\n
to drive to hill tops to find themselves<\/p>\n
by city lights<\/p>\n
in the eyes of partners too shy to say no<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
we’d hide in lilac bushes<\/p>\n
just past blooming<\/p>\n
but still fragrant somehow,<\/p>\n
waiting til shadows passed<\/p>\n
to run to the coffee can<\/p>\n
under the light<\/p>\n
so we wouldn’t have to be “it”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
i’d hold my breath<\/p>\n
always<\/p>\n
before i ran<\/p>\n
as if this was more about life and death<\/p>\n
and less about killing time in places where<\/p>\n
we only piled in truck beds to help neighbors hay,<\/p>\n
leaving passions to the city kids<\/p>\n
who had time for such things<\/p>\n
cuz we were too busy<\/p>\n
holding our breaths before running for home.<\/p>\n
r. l. elke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
we would play kick the can under yard lights on summer nights when city kids would be filling cars to drive to hill tops to find themselves by city lights in the eyes of partners too shy to say no we’d hide in lilac…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101015","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101015"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101015\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101137,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101015\/revisions\/101137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101015"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101015"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101015"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}