{"id":68879,"date":"2020-06-27T17:30:27","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:30:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=68879"},"modified":"2020-06-28T09:02:32","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T13:02:32","slug":"9-michigan-summer-2020","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/9-michigan-summer-2020\/","title":{"rendered":"9. Michigan Summer 2020"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Firefly I saw you\u00a0 last night in my brother\u2019s clutch.<\/p>\n<p>You lit up the evening without a bottle to illuminate your perfect shade of green glow.<\/p>\n<p>Earlier in the day I no longer wore a mask when I walked. I was much more strict in Seattle, yet here in Michigan I only wear it when I go to stores or in hospitals when I am blessed to have a N95.<\/p>\n<p>This summer I crave porridge as I long for the sweet taste in my mouth of coconut milk, vanilla, cinnamon, and cornmeal. My favorite comfort food morning, noon, and night.<\/p>\n<p>Reminiscing back to working this year I think fondly of how Zoom helped me to connect my students in 2020 and join over 150 teachers in several weekly meetings.<\/p>\n<p>This summer I did not allow lethargy to be a byproduct of heat or defeat.<\/p>\n<p>Most impressively, I realized that treelines this year are more beautiful than before because we have two bird families as guests near my brother\u2019s home. I\u2019ve taken a picture in my car trying to capture your background to share this year.<\/p>\n<p>Last but not least, I was reminded that the Heat is not a team that I like as much as the Bad Boys of the past. This is why I will always be a Piston\u2019s fan in the era of the Palace which is no more. I saw you being built just as I saw you being taken away this summer as I drove by you each of these four weeks.<\/p>\n<p>Strange is the new normal.<\/p>\n<p>Cottage is how I like my cheese\u2026 just like Provolone, Swiss, or Havarti. One of which I had on the pizza my mother made today.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Firefly I saw you\u00a0 last night in my brother\u2019s clutch. You lit up the evening without a bottle to illuminate your perfect shade of green glow. Earlier in the day I no longer wore a mask when I walked. I was much more strict in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":785,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68879","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68879","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\/785"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68879"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68879\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69015,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68879\/revisions\/69015"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68879"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68879"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68879"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}