{"id":41339,"date":"2017-08-06T03:49:24","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:49:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=41339"},"modified":"2017-08-06T03:49:24","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:49:24","slug":"table-for-two-hour-18-2017","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/table-for-two-hour-18-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"TABLE FOR TWO                    (hour 18, 2017)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Let me sit awhile, here, on your porch.<\/p>\n<p>Let me relax, and recall what it\u2019s like to be still<\/p>\n<p>and present, as if there were no past<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to shuffle around like so many doctored photos<\/p>\n<p>of meals I once ate, hotels I once slept in,<\/p>\n<p>friends and exes, and others I once loved.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Let me rest here awhile, quietly at home<\/p>\n<p>amongst the sleeping teacups &amp; saucers for two \u2013<\/p>\n<p>as if that were my childhood\u2019s doll and my dearest<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>whose chair has just now been abandoned for places unknown.<\/p>\n<p>Let me pour out memory\u2019s delicate brew, savor the downhill view.<\/p>\n<p>Let me imagine this is a memory I once recalled.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-41349\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Morisot-Doll-on-a-Porch-1884-private-collection-Portland-247x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"247\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Morisot-Doll-on-a-Porch-1884-private-collection-Portland-247x300.jpg 247w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Morisot-Doll-on-a-Porch-1884-private-collection-Portland.jpg 288w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 247px) 100vw, 247px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Berthe Morisot, <em>Doll on a Porch,<\/em> 1884 private collection, Portland<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; viewed in <em>Women Impressionists<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let me sit awhile, here, on your porch. Let me relax, and recall what it\u2019s like to be still and present, as if there were no past &nbsp; to shuffle around like so many doctored photos of meals I once ate, hotels I once slept&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":768,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41339","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41339","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\/768"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41339"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41339\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41354,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41339\/revisions\/41354"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41339"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41339"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41339"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}