{"id":67551,"date":"2020-06-27T15:56:31","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:56:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67551"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:56:31","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:56:31","slug":"season-of-the-silliness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/season-of-the-silliness\/","title":{"rendered":"SEASON OF THE SILLINESS"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>SEASON OF THE SILLINESS\u00a0 <em>(for Barbara)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And then there were giggles, and girls giggling until their faces fevered and their hearts beat shiver fast and the whole extravagant blooming world shimmered and blurred,\u00a0 and they were up, up \u2013 legs pumping, heads thrown back, chins tilted skyward like some sort of cloud pointers, hands gripping the sturdy thick chains.\u00a0 And they needn&#8217;t come back to earth.\u00a0 At least for one long minute \u2013 the swings granting them grace.\u00a0 The small city park a hot summer&#8217;s refuge.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SEASON OF THE SILLINESS\u00a0 (for Barbara) And then there were giggles, and girls giggling until their faces fevered and their hearts beat shiver fast and the whole extravagant blooming world shimmered and blurred,\u00a0 and they were up, up \u2013 legs pumping, heads thrown back, chins&#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-67551","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67551","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=67551"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67551\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67580,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67551\/revisions\/67580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67551"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67551"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67551"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}