{"id":121231,"date":"2022-06-26T07:11:42","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T11:11:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=121231"},"modified":"2022-06-26T07:11:42","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T11:11:42","slug":"no-23-solo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/no-23-solo\/","title":{"rendered":"No. 23: Solo"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>I enjoy the solitude of cross country driving\r\nMy first solo trip was from Arizona to Pennsylvania\r\nI marveled at the variety of scenery\r\nFrom the red volcanic stone of northern New Mexico\r\nInto the nondescript panhandle of Texas\r\nThen bursting into a scene of flowering trees\r\nAlongside the interstate as I encountered\r\nA whole new blooming country I'd never seen before\r\nMy senses were in constant amazement\r\n\r\nI was alone with my thoughts when I wanted to think\r\nListened to my collection of cassettes when radio reception\r\nWas nil or when only country music filled the air waves\r\nAlong with farmers' reports\r\nI enjoyed the process of driving\r\nThe only times I 'got lost' when I was driving through\r\nThe cities not fully confident in following the signs\r\n\r\nMy next long solo trip was also from Arizona\r\nBut this time to Florida and the southern route\r\nTook me through the deserts of Arizona and New Mexico\r\nAnd the wide open skies of Texas but\r\nI did not marvel until I crossed the border\r\nInto Louisiana which led me to traverse the Ponchatrain bridge\r\n\r\nNothing but water on both sides of the wooden, logged passage\r\nPassing vehicles of all sizes, being passed by vehicles\r\nOf all sizes until the landscape changed to the skyline of\r\nNew Orleans - gray and gloomy in the day - did not compel\r\nMe to want to explore\r\nI was just anxious to get to my last night in a motel in\r\nTallahassee\r\n\r\nThat was the last cross country trip I made on four wheels<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I enjoy the solitude of cross country driving My first solo trip was from Arizona to Pennsylvania I marveled at the variety of scenery From the red volcanic stone of northern New Mexico Into the nondescript panhandle of Texas Then bursting into a scene of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2354,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-121231","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121231","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\/2354"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121231"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121231\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":121810,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121231\/revisions\/121810"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121231"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=121231"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=121231"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}