{"id":132230,"date":"2023-09-02T14:59:06","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:59:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132230"},"modified":"2023-09-05T12:09:07","modified_gmt":"2023-09-05T16:09:07","slug":"bisbee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/bisbee\/","title":{"rendered":"Bisbee Roadside Attraction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>People gather in the parking lot<\/p>\n<p>beside their rented automobiles,<\/p>\n<p>staring past the pit&#8217;s edge, straining<\/p>\n<p>to catch glimpses of the bottom.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tourists pull over, slam<\/p>\n<p>their vehicles into \u201cpark\u201d,<\/p>\n<p>and run towards the hole.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s it!\u201d one of them cries,<\/p>\n<p>reaching into their purse or pocket<\/p>\n<p>for a camera. The abyss starts wide,<\/p>\n<p>then becomes steadily narrower,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>each scoop towards the bottom<\/p>\n<p>greedier than the last, like somebody<\/p>\n<p>dug for extra bites of ice cream<\/p>\n<p>until the tub ran empty,<\/p>\n<p>and no one can lick it clean anymore.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When the copper was gone,<\/p>\n<p>miners packed up and left town,<\/p>\n<p>penniless, health shot forever,<\/p>\n<p>but no one wants to remember that.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It doesn\u2019t sell postcards, or<\/p>\n<p>put money in merchants&#8217; pockets.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Each night after the bars shut down,<\/p>\n<p>patrons head someplace new<\/p>\n<p>for an after-hours party.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Maybe they can extract one more drop<\/p>\n<p>from an otherwise depleted evening.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe they can stay above the pit,<\/p>\n<p>long enough to avoid looking at the bottom.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>People gather in the parking lot beside their rented automobiles, staring past the pit&#8217;s edge, straining to catch glimpses of the bottom. &nbsp; Tourists pull over, slam their vehicles into \u201cpark\u201d, and run towards the hole. &nbsp; \u201cThat\u2019s it!\u201d one of them cries, reaching into&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4286,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-132230","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132230","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\/4286"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132230"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132230\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":144938,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132230\/revisions\/144938"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132230"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132230"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132230"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}