{"id":6982,"date":"2015-06-13T10:30:14","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:30:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=6982"},"modified":"2015-06-13T10:31:51","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:31:51","slug":"ext-penns-landing-night-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/ext-penns-landing-night-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Ext. Penn&#8217;s Landing &#8211; Night Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We walked along the pier the other night.<br \/>\nThe soft moonlight covering\u00a0the ripples of the water.<br \/>\nAgainst the backdrop old ships past their prime<br \/>\nstand-fast as they no longer have purpose.<br \/>\nThere is a cool breeze kissing the backs of our necks.<br \/>\nAs we past each light post, I feel as if we are on set.<br \/>\nScripted so perfectly with each deliberate action.<br \/>\nWe admire the view lingering like spring rain.<br \/>\nLights hang like electric fruit from the trees in the park.<br \/>\nA bride-to-be and her bridesmaids laugh as they stand together<br \/>\ndevouring doughnuts in failed attempt to sober up.<br \/>\nA father carries his daughter on his shoulders<br \/>\nso she can see the lights that illuminates the waters.<br \/>\nFriends drink beer and sing songs of the years<br \/>\nreminiscing of days long gone.<br \/>\nFighting our way through the crowds of people<br \/>\ncoagulating on the walkways I take your hand.<br \/>\nWe going to escape now just the two of us<br \/>\nracing back to the car we hit the road.<br \/>\nWhere we end up, it doesn&#8217;t really matter.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re writing this film.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We walked along the pier the other night. The soft moonlight covering\u00a0the ripples of the water. Against the backdrop old ships past their prime stand-fast as they no longer have purpose. There is a cool breeze kissing the backs of our necks. As we past&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":361,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[193,46,23,31,57,379,15],"class_list":["post-6982","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-193","tag-hour-2","tag-life","tag-love","tag-night","tag-philadelphia","tag-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6982","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\/361"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6982"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6982\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7240,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6982\/revisions\/7240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}