{"id":70860,"date":"2020-06-27T20:19:18","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:19:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70860"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:19:18","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:19:18","slug":"70860","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/70860\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We sat on the front porch<br \/>\nand waited for the cars to drive by<br \/>\nFrom the left were hers<br \/>\nFrom the right were mine<br \/>\na poor children&#8217;s game<\/p>\n<p>She got the first<br \/>\na banana yellow sports car<br \/>\nalways she got the flash<\/p>\n<p>The second was mine<br \/>\na battered up Ford<br \/>\nalways I got the trucks<\/p>\n<p>But while she yammered on<br \/>\nabout the engine strength<br \/>\nand sleek lines<\/p>\n<p>I thought of the man<br \/>\nin the truck<br \/>\nHow he had on a&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Porche!&#8221; she screamed.<br \/>\n&#8220;Jackpot!&#8221;<br \/>\npumping her fist up and down.<\/p>\n<p>And my mind wandered back<br \/>\nto the man in the truck<br \/>\nand how in my imagination<br \/>\nhe felt more<br \/>\nlike home.<\/p>\n<p>[Prompt 12: First line or last line of a book taken from a shelf at random. <em>You&#8217;ve Got Something Coming<\/em> by Jonathan Starke. First line: Trucks waited outside the children&#8217;s home. He had on a&#8230;&#8221;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We sat on the front porch and waited for the cars to drive by From the left were hers From the right were mine a poor children&#8217;s game She got the first a banana yellow sports car always she got the flash The second was&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":742,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70860","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\/742"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70860"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70950,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70860\/revisions\/70950"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}