{"id":48836,"date":"2019-06-22T12:48:27","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:48:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48836"},"modified":"2019-07-07T17:27:46","modified_gmt":"2019-07-07T21:27:46","slug":"the-itinerant-beautifier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-itinerant-beautifier\/","title":{"rendered":"The Itinerant Beautifier"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-48975 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/muneeb-syed-1509331-unsplash-3-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"358\" height=\"476\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/muneeb-syed-1509331-unsplash-3-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/muneeb-syed-1509331-unsplash-3-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 358px) 100vw, 358px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Open, close, glide,<br \/>\nslip, slide, flit,<br \/>\ncarried along with the trade winds,<br \/>\nfrom South America to the U.S.,<br \/>\nmeandering descent,<br \/>\nalight, rest, sniff,<br \/>\nclose wings.<\/p>\n<p>Scent, sweet, nectar,<br \/>\ndelicious intent,<br \/>\nprobing with a proboscis,<br \/>\nwhether orange or flower,<br \/>\nsliced or whole,<br \/>\nhoney or raw sugar<br \/>\nall to be suckled<br \/>\nwith reverence.<\/p>\n<p>No fear of human aggression,<br \/>\nthese are not pests.<br \/>\nIf threatened,<br \/>\nopen wings,<br \/>\ndisplay magnificence,<br \/>\ngeometrical colors and patterns,<br \/>\nwhich only nature can manifest.<\/p>\n<p>Then suddenly, people pull out<br \/>\ncameras, cell phones, tablets,<br \/>\n\u201cOh, look, look! A butterfly!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>For this itinerate wanderer<br \/>\nIt was all worth it.<br \/>\nThis one-way journey,<br \/>\nto feed, to breed,<br \/>\nto beautify.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1300,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,441],"tags":[2515,680,2878,2804,197,1173,23,410,1913,10],"class_list":["post-48836","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-butterflies","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-prompt4","tag-2019poetrymarathon","tag-beauty","tag-half-marathon","tag-life","tag-memories","tag-nature-poem","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48836","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\/1300"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48836"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48836\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":59280,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48836\/revisions\/59280"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48836"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48836"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48836"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}