{"id":51858,"date":"2019-06-22T17:50:35","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:50:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51858"},"modified":"2019-06-22T17:50:35","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:50:35","slug":"hour-7-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-7-20\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The scent of warm redwood and pine<\/p>\n<p>and golden light dripping between the branches<\/p>\n<p>of a California forest afternoon<\/p>\n<p>and you lean back in your chair<\/p>\n<p>beer in hand,<\/p>\n<p>and sigh contentedly with the trees.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is no life like this<\/p>\n<p>not like this<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I step onto the patio<\/p>\n<p>my bare feet dusty and stuck with sap<\/p>\n<p>you smile, I thump forward<\/p>\n<p>and ask about the barbecue<\/p>\n<p>will there be ribs tonight?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Maybe this is a thing that happened<\/p>\n<p>and maybe it never did<\/p>\n<p>because it must have been a vacation<\/p>\n<p>and I was a child<\/p>\n<p>and you were a dead man<\/p>\n<p>and the places we meet are as fleeting<\/p>\n<p>as the shadow cast by a moving bough<\/p>\n<p>in a California forest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The scent of warm redwood and pine and golden light dripping between the branches of a California forest afternoon and you lean back in your chair beer in hand, and sigh contentedly with the trees. &nbsp; There is no life like this not like this&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":188,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51858","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51858","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\/188"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51858"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51858\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51869,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51858\/revisions\/51869"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51858"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51858"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51858"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}