{"id":32082,"date":"2017-08-05T10:02:17","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:02:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=32082"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:18:50","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:18:50","slug":"souvenir","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/souvenir\/","title":{"rendered":"Souvenir"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-34783\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/desertwalk1-300x169.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/desertwalk1-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/desertwalk1-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/desertwalk1-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/desertwalk1.jpg 1500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><br \/>\nOur guide walked briskly, her feet<br \/>\nacquainted with the rocky<br \/>\ntrails, while ours stumbled over<br \/>\nthe uneven dirt. She took us<br \/>\nbeyond the jumping cholla,<br \/>\ntheir spines straining to tear<br \/>\nour shirts, and knelt briefly<br \/>\nbefore the skeletal remains<br \/>\nof a Joshua tree. When the heat<br \/>\nhad parched enough empathy<br \/>\ninto our pale backs, she led us to<br \/>\na makeshift altar in the shadows<br \/>\nof boulders\u2014a pair of shoes with missing<br \/>\nsoles, a dusty lizard curled up<br \/>\non top of a black t-shirt, and a backpack,<br \/>\nimpossibly small, with a faded cartoon<br \/>\ndonkey embroidered on the front pouch. <em>\u00a0<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There are stories better left here<\/em>\u2014yet<br \/>\nfurther on, she plucked a blue hair<br \/>\ncomb with broken teeth and cracked<br \/>\nrhinestones from the rocks, and cradled<br \/>\nit in her palm like an offering.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our guide walked briskly, her feet acquainted with the rocky trails, while ours stumbled over the uneven dirt. She took us beyond the jumping cholla, their spines straining to tear our shirts, and knelt briefly before the skeletal remains of a Joshua tree. When the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":988,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[2227,2223],"class_list":["post-32082","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-poemone","tag-poetryhalfmarathon2017"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32082","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\/988"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32082"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32082\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34789,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32082\/revisions\/34789"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32082"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32082"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32082"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}