{"id":130192,"date":"2023-09-02T12:59:44","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:59:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130192"},"modified":"2023-09-04T11:33:36","modified_gmt":"2023-09-04T15:33:36","slug":"hour-4-14-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-4-14-years\/","title":{"rendered":"hour 4 &#8211; 14 years"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Since I came to you, I\u2019ve lost the feel for seasons.<br \/>\nYour unerring breeze displaces green<br \/>\ninto times it should not be, and fronds<br \/>\nare not leaves &#8211; and would not choose it.<\/p>\n<p>When I traded for this, my world was made of water<br \/>\nthe great laughter of fish and toes and<br \/>\nwhat gravity does with raw material.<br \/>\nI have vowed my way into so many places,<\/p>\n<p>used branches as signposts but,<br \/>\nnever was the water so big<br \/>\nas it is from these dark nights<br \/>\ndown the shore.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Since I came to you, I\u2019ve lost the feel for seasons. Your unerring breeze displaces green into times it should not be, and fronds are not leaves &#8211; and would not choose it. When I traded for this, my world was made of water the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5315,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130192","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130192","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\/5315"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130192"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130845,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130192\/revisions\/130845"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}