{"id":10765,"date":"2015-06-13T19:11:40","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:11:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10765"},"modified":"2015-06-13T19:11:40","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:11:40","slug":"the-screen-door","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-screen-door\/","title":{"rendered":"The Screen Door"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">The screen door was standing in its place<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Right there between the inside and out<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Transparent for the most part<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Standing in the kitchen<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">I could only see a portion of the porch<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">But also the wide expanse of the yard<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">There was an occasional breeze blowing through the screen<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Making its way to the windows<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Banking the far wall<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">The stillness when it was absent<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Was warm and humid<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Clinging to all of us in the old farm house<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">I knew that the screen was guarding us<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">From flies and biting pest<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Who were waiting for prey in the dusk of evening<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">But I longed to breathe fresh air<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">So I swung it on its hinges<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Letting it bang<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The screen door was standing in its place Right there between the inside and out Transparent for the most part \u00a0 Standing in the kitchen I could only see a portion of the porch But also the wide expanse of the yard \u00a0 There was&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":654,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10765","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10765","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\/654"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10765"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10765\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10772,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10765\/revisions\/10772"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10765"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10765"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10765"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}