{"id":28198,"date":"2016-08-14T07:47:28","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T11:47:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28198"},"modified":"2016-08-14T07:47:28","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T11:47:28","slug":"highway-50","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/highway-50\/","title":{"rendered":"Highway 50"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Highway-50-Looking-at-West-Gate-and-Desatoya-Mts_-7586-300x122.jpg\" alt=\"Highway 50 Looking at West Gate and Desatoya Mts_ 7586\" width=\"300\" height=\"122\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-28423\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Highway-50-Looking-at-West-Gate-and-Desatoya-Mts_-7586-300x122.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Highway-50-Looking-at-West-Gate-and-Desatoya-Mts_-7586.jpg 700w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Scorching dust drifts across blacktop<br \/>\nShimmering mirages just out of reach,<br \/>\nSlipping closer to the horizon each passing mile<br \/>\nDesert heat searing nostrils,<br \/>\nSweat drips from nose, sizzling on pavement below<\/p>\n<p>They call 50 &#8220;The Loneliest Highway in America&#8221;<br \/>\nA straight shot across barren nothingness<br \/>\nSagebrush and distant mountain peaks gilded white<br \/>\nA lone vulture seeking roadkill screeches,<br \/>\nShattering high desert silence<br \/>\nChastising solitary traveler for disrupting serenity<\/p>\n<p>Stretch lazily in the oven-like breeze<br \/>\nA quick pee<br \/>\nThen back to chasing mirages, full speed headed west<br \/>\nAs vulture bids a not-so-fond farewell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Scorching dust drifts across blacktop Shimmering mirages just out of reach, Slipping closer to the horizon each passing mile Desert heat searing nostrils, Sweat drips from nose, sizzling on pavement below They call 50 &#8220;The Loneliest Highway in America&#8221; A straight shot across barren nothingness&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":781,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28198","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\/28198","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\/781"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28198"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28198\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28428,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28198\/revisions\/28428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28198"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28198"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28198"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}