{"id":111999,"date":"2022-06-25T15:36:46","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:36:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111999"},"modified":"2022-07-06T22:21:50","modified_gmt":"2022-07-07T02:21:50","slug":"blue-healer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/blue-healer\/","title":{"rendered":"Blue Healer &#8211; hour SEVEN"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When the owner said, &#8220;Blue Heeler,&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I thought &#8220;Blue Healer&#8221; because<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know anything about dogs, and<\/p>\n<p>I imagined a service animal that sees<\/p>\n<p>auras and sniffs out sadness<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>which struck me as odd, given all the<\/p>\n<p>Second Amendment art forms<\/p>\n<p>scattered around the house, but I thought<\/p>\n<p>You just never know, do you? and<\/p>\n<p>decided that the New Age and the<\/p>\n<p>Confederate Flag could, perhaps in this instance, exist in the same sphere.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But &#8220;heal&#8221; is actually &#8220;heel,&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>as in the lump of muscle at the<\/p>\n<p>back end of the foot, and<\/p>\n<p>Blue Heelers do just that &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>nip at the backs of heels to<\/p>\n<p>make something goes where it&#8217;s<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>supposed to go.<\/p>\n<p>Especially sheep.<\/p>\n<p>They herd them.<\/p>\n<p>Keep them in their groups.<\/p>\n<p>Lead the strays back to the flock.<\/p>\n<p>Protect the flock from prey.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I feel protected writing this poem.<\/p>\n<p>This Blue Heeler at my feet.<\/p>\n<p>And yesterday when you died,<\/p>\n<p>she never left my side and<\/p>\n<p>she even put her head on<\/p>\n<p>my lap when I cried. So<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>perhaps she is a Blue Healer, the<\/p>\n<p>black and white of her fur<\/p>\n<p>casting its cobalt glow, her eyes<\/p>\n<p>taking me in,<\/p>\n<p>bringing me back<\/p>\n<p>making me whole.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When the owner said, &#8220;Blue Heeler,&#8221; I thought &#8220;Blue Healer&#8221; because I don&#8217;t know anything about dogs, and I imagined a service animal that sees auras and sniffs out sadness &nbsp; which struck me as odd, given all the Second Amendment art forms scattered around&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4534,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111999","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\/4534"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111999"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124732,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111999\/revisions\/124732"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}