{"id":8445,"date":"2015-06-13T13:23:11","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:23:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8445"},"modified":"2015-06-13T13:23:11","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:23:11","slug":"man-on-the-street-with-a-white-tipped-cane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/man-on-the-street-with-a-white-tipped-cane\/","title":{"rendered":"Man on the Street with a White-Tipped Cane"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\"><em>(an ovillejo)\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nI cannot see these blues.<br \/>\nDo you?<br \/>\nThe sky\u2019s an empty sea.<br \/>\nSee me<br \/>\nwith all that I hold dear<br \/>\nsitting here?<br \/>\nA truth I must hold near:<br \/>\nMy light still shines,<br \/>\nbut <em>you<\/em> may be blind.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Do you see me sitting here?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(an ovillejo)\u00a0 I cannot see these blues. Do you? The sky\u2019s an empty sea. See me with all that I hold dear sitting here? A truth I must hold near: My light still shines, but you may be blind. Do you see me sitting here?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":676,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[542,543],"class_list":["post-8445","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-ovillejo","tag-poetic-forms"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8445","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\/676"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8445"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8445\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8454,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8445\/revisions\/8454"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8445"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8445"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8445"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}