{"id":25150,"date":"2016-08-13T21:44:03","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:44:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25150"},"modified":"2016-08-13T21:44:03","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:44:03","slug":"on-the-heath","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/on-the-heath\/","title":{"rendered":"On the Heath"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-25251\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-82-300x200.jpeg\" alt=\"image\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-82-300x200.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-82-480x320.jpeg 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-82.jpeg 510w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Alone on the Heath, a purple flower<\/p>\n<p>where there once was dry reedy sand,<\/p>\n<p>you, friend, rode the train to dusty plains<\/p>\n<p>with me&#8211;and slept through shifting tides<\/p>\n<p>along California beaches, we two, strangers<\/p>\n<p>to this land, and no less to each other.<\/p>\n<p>I watched your sleeping breast rise and settle,<\/p>\n<p>like the rhythm of our first freedom days, lazed<\/p>\n<p>into adulthood, we seekers of flame, depths<\/p>\n<p>of our soulful hearts, walking poetry, youth<\/p>\n<p>alluring to each other&#8211;comrades&#8211;and evil too.<\/p>\n<p>I saw you leave that day, through cloudy eyes,<\/p>\n<p>music, sand and weed drifting us alongside<\/p>\n<p>our own nature, me, cautious and calculating,<\/p>\n<p>ready to loosen within my comfortable shoes<\/p>\n<p>and you, a riddle&#8217;s answer to what is freer than<\/p>\n<p>free? Air. Who has stolen your breath, my flower?<\/p>\n<p>Your forever frozen face stills time in its place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alone on the Heath, a purple flower where there once was dry reedy sand, you, friend, rode the train to dusty plains with me&#8211;and slept through shifting tides along California beaches, we two, strangers to this land, and no less to each other. I watched&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25150","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25150"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25254,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25150\/revisions\/25254"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}