{"id":108770,"date":"2022-06-25T11:37:40","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T15:37:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=108770"},"modified":"2022-06-26T10:44:01","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T14:44:01","slug":"hour-3-a-purple-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-3-a-purple-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3: A Purple Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0Hour 3: It is a Purple Day<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My daughter says: <\/span>When<\/span> I went to bed, it was 2022. <\/span>When I woke up, it was 1972.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

and\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

purple orchids bend to wind under bruised sky<\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/p>\n

inside, the house simmers in fragrance\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I bath slices of shiny purple eggplants in whisked egg,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

dip into bread crumbs,\u00a0<\/span>seasoned with oregano <\/span>& sweet basil<\/span><\/p>\n

listen to them snapping in olive oil, <\/span>frying to golden perfection<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Purple cauliflower,\u00a0<\/span>which tastes just like white,<\/span><\/p>\n

roasts to crispy perfection in the air fryer<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Purple grapes, <\/span>nestled in purple bunches\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

sit in an amethyst ceramic bowl<\/span><\/p>\n

waiting to be tossed into fruit salad<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On the cutting board,\u00a0<\/span>a purple skinned onion<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0which everyone says is red<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I slice through papery skin,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

wipe away stinging tears,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

listen to the news,<\/p>\n

shake my head in utter disbelief<\/p>\n

and sadness at choices eradicated<\/p>\n

the onion is not the cause of all<\/p>\n

my tears<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Outside, purple sky unleashes its fury<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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