{"id":144352,"date":"2023-09-03T17:49:43","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T21:49:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=144352"},"modified":"2023-09-03T17:49:43","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T21:49:43","slug":"9-bucket-list","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/9-bucket-list\/","title":{"rendered":"9 \/ Bucket List"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Bucket List<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I want to build a time machine so I can hear Linda Ronstadt sing \u201cBlue Bayou\u201d at a bare-lightbulb club in Memphis, or at Fred Alphonso\u2019s Thunderbird Lounge down there on Adams Avenue\u2014open till three a.m.\u2014and the folks will be elbowing on the dance floor until Linda steps out in a frilled cinnamon-brown jacket, opens her mouth, and her vocal tremor stills us all.\u00a0 You can\u2019t beet her voice, pardon my spelling, anywhere or anytime.<\/p>\n<p>But for now I live as a whelk farmer in a Tucson subdivision, on Corte de Federico Street, named for Linda\u2019s grandfather.\u00a0 I raise my whelks beneath the shade of this carport, in these large white buckets.\u00a0 Bayou Jasmine, Lake Pontchartrain, is where I get my whelks.\u00a0 It is true, they are carnivorous and mean-spirited gastropods\u2014although the elegant curl of their shell is of great beauty.\u00a0 I sing to them to keep their meet (pardon my spelling) of sweet disposition.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m going back one day, come what may . . . .\u201d\u00a0 We all get a kick out of that one.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>[prompt to use the following words: beet jacket tremor bayou elbow lightbulb cinnamon bucket elk carport]<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bucket List I want to build a time machine so I can hear Linda Ronstadt sing \u201cBlue Bayou\u201d at a bare-lightbulb club in Memphis, or at Fred Alphonso\u2019s Thunderbird Lounge down there on Adams Avenue\u2014open till three a.m.\u2014and the folks will be elbowing on the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":756,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-144352","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144352","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\/756"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=144352"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144352\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":144396,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144352\/revisions\/144396"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=144352"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=144352"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=144352"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}