{"id":64192,"date":"2020-06-27T11:58:11","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:58:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64192"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:58:11","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:58:11","slug":"2020-hour-3-on-walks-during-the-pandemic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/2020-hour-3-on-walks-during-the-pandemic\/","title":{"rendered":"2020 Hour 3:  On walks during the pandemic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>#3:\u00a0 On walks during the pandemic<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is a cemetery across the street<\/p>\n<p>And when this started, I\u2019d walk there for exercise<\/p>\n<p>Before the dead consumed us, these dead stood guard<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps they knew what was coming but couldn\u2019t warn us.<\/p>\n<p>It was wonderful, wandering the steep paths among the quiet<\/p>\n<p>Getting lost in the carefully arranged geometry of the departed,<\/p>\n<p>With only the occasional interruption of reality<\/p>\n<p>When the person coming toward you drifted to the opposite side<\/p>\n<p>Out of fear.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d stop at the random grave, preferring the older headstones<\/p>\n<p>Wondering who had died at nineteen in 1943<\/p>\n<p>Or who had been lost at six months in 1890.<\/p>\n<p>Was it just time and circumstance?<\/p>\n<p>Sacrificed to a war, consequences of medical inequalities,<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps victims of a crime?<\/p>\n<p>Tombstones are elusive storytellers<\/p>\n<p>That give us only the ending<\/p>\n<p>So our imaginations run wild.<\/p>\n<p>So what do these residents say to those who come to join them?<\/p>\n<p>The cemetery was quickly closed<\/p>\n<p>And we can\u2019t see the surge happening behind the gates<\/p>\n<p>We are no different than them<\/p>\n<p>Our lives, once ended, as mysterious as when we began.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>#3:\u00a0 On walks during the pandemic &nbsp; There is a cemetery across the street And when this started, I\u2019d walk there for exercise Before the dead consumed us, these dead stood guard Perhaps they knew what was coming but couldn\u2019t warn us. It was wonderful,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":959,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64192","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64192","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\/959"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64192"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64208,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64192\/revisions\/64208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}