I find myself wondering
\nabout the people on the street
\nthe ones who bang on heartbeat drums
\nand dance on hummingbird feet.<\/p>\n
Do they travel road to road,
\nthe country in their wake?
\nOr live on one streetcorner,
\nclutching at the brake?<\/p>\n
I wonder all the time: If she is a street performer She’ll dance her way across the earth, A nomad’s home is stronger; I find myself wondering about the people on the street the ones who bang on heartbeat drums and dance on hummingbird feet. Do they travel road to road, the country in their wake? Or live on one streetcorner, clutching at the brake? I wonder all…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1071,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34845","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34845","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\/1071"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34845"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34845\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34916,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34845\/revisions\/34916"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34845"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34845"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34845"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhat will become of me<\/em>?
\nWhat does my future hold?
\nWhat woman will I be?<\/p>\n
\nI hope that she will roam.
\nCountrysides to cityscapes,
\ntaxicabs to ocean foam.<\/p>\n
\nsee all the people pass.
\nShe’ll thank the Lord she does not have
\na mansion made of glass.<\/p>\n
\nIt will not fall by stones.
\nI’ll make my home the woman
\nthat dances in my bones.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"