{"id":34632,"date":"2017-08-05T14:43:58","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:43:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34632"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:43:58","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:43:58","slug":"60-90-120-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/60-90-120-go\/","title":{"rendered":"60 90 120 Go!"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>Rain poured yet never asked me\r\nOblivious to my plans\r\nMy hopes\r\nMy outfits matched with shoes\r\nand\r\nMy plans for fun.\r\n\r\nI sit in the morning shadows\r\nWaiting for the clouds to fly away\r\nor at least \r\nTurn gray to cream white to toasted gold\r\nWith the sun coming\r\nThrough bronze chinks\r\n\r\nPassing over, casting shadows, cooling this street patch of\r\nbungalows, remodeled driveways, grassy yards turning back to green\r\nClouds drift then circle then hang\r\nA tempting practice\r\n\r\n\r\n* * * * * * * * \r\nRain pours yet never seeks permission\r\nOblivious to my hopes set for summer regeneration, no longer the teacher working summers who \r\nInstead laughs like a coed through summer.\r\nStill, it washes down, failing to admire\r\nMy outfits matched with shoes, all purchased at my favorite thrift store.\r\nA $40 limit for a season of action --\r\nFlowing, wearing down with miles upon miles, dancing, skipping, tearing when climbing walls.\r\nSet against me, the water continues, swamping \r\nMy plans for fun with \r\nThe lively Silver Sneakers crowd, retirees who are active, sassy, happily opinionated \r\nAfter years of following the rules and being good.\r\n\r\n\r\nI sit in the morning shadows \r\nWaiting for the clouds to fly away or at least \r\nTurn gray to cream white to toasted gold \r\nWith the sun coming \r\nThrough bronze chinks.\r\nCello music fills my home as\r\nI wander through my rooms in casual summer glory,\r\nMy dark hair scooped up in a colorful scarf.\r\nSurely looking like I should be out on a Vespa while\r\nSipping iced drinks,\r\nand \r\nI sigh as the last sonorous note fades.\r\n \r\n\r\n\r\nPassing over, the clouds cast shadows,\r\nCooling this neighborhood's patch of bungalows, grassy yards turning back to green,\r\nIndependent shops, community schools, dog parks, and community gardens.\r\nMy polka-dotted umbrella at the ready,\r\nI peek out. \r\nClouds drift then circle then hang \r\nA tempting practice\r\nFor the eclipse to come\r\nWhen I will be like a starlet of old\r\nWalking through the clouded, rain-soaked streets\r\nor this\r\nDarkened, mysterious, changing world\r\nKnowing my moment in history\r\nThough no one else, not even the clouds, realize.  \r\n\r\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/crazywebsite.com\/Free-Galleries-01\/Girls\/Photos_WWII_Vintage_Pinups\/1940s_pin_up_girl_Hutton_Betty-6LGEX.jpg\" \/>\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rain poured yet never asked me Oblivious to my plans My hopes My outfits matched with shoes and My plans for fun. I sit in the morning shadows Waiting for the clouds to fly away or at least Turn gray to cream white to toasted&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34632","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34632","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34632"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34632\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35037,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34632\/revisions\/35037"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34632"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34632"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34632"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}