{"id":112492,"date":"2022-06-25T15:55:20","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:55:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=112492"},"modified":"2022-06-28T13:06:43","modified_gmt":"2022-06-28T17:06:43","slug":"hour-seven-together-apart-mary-pecaut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-seven-together-apart-mary-pecaut\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Seven &#8211; Together Apart    Mary Pecaut"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Hour Seven &#8211; Together Apart\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Mary Pecaut<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Ekphrastic Poem After Photograph by Marc A.Sporys on unsplash.com)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Together Apart<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The way a couple <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">sits on a bench<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">under the shade of a tree<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in late summer or perhaps<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">early fall,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">his arm around her shoulders<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her gaze cuts right <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">through the haze<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">down to the valley below<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">his regard left <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">toward the promise <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of the sky <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as if he can determine <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the way the wind will blow.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour Seven &#8211; Together Apart\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Mary Pecaut Ekphrastic Poem After Photograph by Marc A.Sporys on unsplash.com) &nbsp; Together Apart &nbsp; The way a couple sits on a bench under the shade of a tree in late summer or perhaps early fall, his arm around&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1509,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-112492","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112492","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\/1509"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112492"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112492\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124154,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112492\/revisions\/124154"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112492"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112492"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112492"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}