{"id":129155,"date":"2023-09-02T11:44:02","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:44:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129155"},"modified":"2023-09-02T11:44:02","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:44:02","slug":"hour-3-out-of-the-rich-bayou","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-3-out-of-the-rich-bayou\/","title":{"rendered":"HOUR 3: OUT OF THE RICH BAYOU"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Life folds you into a paper crane;<br \/>\nYet you feel like an alligator,<br \/>\nTaste sweet as honey,<br \/>\nLook like Garbo,<br \/>\nSound like a Stradivarius,<br \/>\nSmell like mangled marigolds<br \/>\nSmooth as glass.<br \/>\nThe tinkle of fresh bread, Leonardo and Paris remind you that alligators can\u2019t be creased.<br \/>\nYet a yellowed amphibian in your scrapbook begs to be folded.<br \/>\nGalumping downhill sends you backward faster and faster,<br \/>\nUntil you taste like a fool.<br \/>\nYou are the wooden dragon of yesterday burning yourself with your own fire, and that Phoenix actually dies, never to raise hope again.<br \/>\nSo you fold yourself into that paper crane;<br \/>\nAnd Bucky is so proud of you, of what you will be, a wad of wobbling glass making sense only to the logical mind of your smiling swamp thing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cVive la France!\u201d you hear him say, scaly tail scraping circles in stinking, fertile mud.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Life folds you into a paper crane; Yet you feel like an alligator, Taste sweet as honey, Look like Garbo, Sound like a Stradivarius, Smell like mangled marigolds Smooth as glass. The tinkle of fresh bread, Leonardo and Paris remind you that alligators can\u2019t be&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1246,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129155","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129155","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\/1246"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129155"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129155\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129209,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129155\/revisions\/129209"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129155"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129155"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129155"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}