{"id":26395,"date":"2016-08-14T00:57:30","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:57:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26395"},"modified":"2016-08-14T00:57:30","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:57:30","slug":"thinking-of-eight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/thinking-of-eight\/","title":{"rendered":"Thinking of Eight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>These tender summer mornings<\/p>\n<p>over all these flower beds<\/p>\n<p>awaken\u00a0wistfulness, turn me<\/p>\n<p>sharply nostalgic for hosta houses&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>the twig people&#8217;s sticky petunia hats,<\/p>\n<p>their\u00a0stands of spent geranium bloom,<\/p>\n<p>their tricky violet-leaf tunics cinched<\/p>\n<p>with xylem and phloem belts.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I miss when the world<\/p>\n<p>could be put together under a leaf<\/p>\n<p>with infinite room for intricacy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>These tender summer mornings over all these flower beds awaken\u00a0wistfulness, turn me sharply nostalgic for hosta houses&#8211; the twig people&#8217;s sticky petunia hats, their\u00a0stands of spent geranium bloom, their tricky violet-leaf tunics cinched with xylem and phloem belts. &nbsp; I miss when the world could&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":711,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26395","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26395","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\/711"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26395"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26395\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26445,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26395\/revisions\/26445"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26395"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26395"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}