{"id":22723,"date":"2016-08-13T17:26:36","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:26:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22723"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:36:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:36:02","slug":"home-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/home-2\/","title":{"rendered":"home"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>we carried her poetry in an old lunch box<\/p>\n<p>metal, with a broken clasp<\/p>\n<p>so\u00a0we tied it shut with an orange bandanna<\/p>\n<p>and put a sunflower in the knot<\/p>\n<p>there was a faded picture of Kermit the Frog on the outside<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I led,<\/p>\n<p>we took turns carrying the lunch box<\/p>\n<p>as we\u00a0maneuvered the boardwalk of Yellowstone Park<\/p>\n<p>the stench of sulfur crept into our clothes<\/p>\n<p>we knew we&#8217;d take the stench home with us,<\/p>\n<p>she followed behind<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>in her wheelchair<\/p>\n<p>the eagle floated the stretch of the river beside us<\/p>\n<p>while she floated, using those electronic controls that respond to her lips, her breath<\/p>\n<p>steering her own way on the boardwalk<\/p>\n<p>content to follow behind, mostly so\u00a0I didn&#8217;t hover<\/p>\n<p>free to glance<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>at\u00a0whatever caught her inner eye<\/p>\n<p>selecting images and collecting words along the way<\/p>\n<p>so that when we arrived\u00a0at the end of the boardwalk<\/p>\n<p>at that big deck in the mountain meadow<\/p>\n<p>where moose wander by<\/p>\n<p>I would open the lunch box<\/p>\n<p>drop the sunflower and forget it there<\/p>\n<p>pull out a new piece of paper<\/p>\n<p>she asked me to use the purple pen<\/p>\n<p>and scribe her words<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>if I could choose one<\/p>\n<p>to walk\u00a0or fly, I&#8217;d choose to<\/p>\n<p>give eagle a ride<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>she titled the poem &#8220;home&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>we carried her poetry in an old lunch box metal, with a broken clasp so\u00a0we tied it shut with an orange bandanna and put a sunflower in the knot there was a faded picture of Kermit the Frog on the outside &nbsp; I led, we&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":803,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22723","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22723","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\/803"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22723"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22723\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22990,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22723\/revisions\/22990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22723"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22723"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22723"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}