I wrote about walking during the day, as it now noon here. <\/p>\n
Outside<\/strong><\/p>\n It’s an oven outside Shade was not to be found, The birds seemed to be enjoying the shade I wrote about walking during the day, as it now noon here. Outside It’s an oven outside The air mostly just hot, still, what you might expect at noon near the summer solstice on a desert island. Onions are frying in ghee for someone’s lunch,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3549,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[1411,270,4109,4748,4303,4146],"class_list":["post-91093","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-birds","tag-hour-20","tag-mrsdkrebs","tag-outside","tag-poem-20","tag-poetrymarathon2021"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91093","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\/3549"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91093"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91093\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101375,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91093\/revisions\/101375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91093"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91093"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91093"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe air mostly just hot, still,
\nwhat you might expect
\nat noon near the summer
\nsolstice on a desert island.
\nOnions are frying in ghee
\nfor someone’s lunch,
\nmaking my mouth water.
\nOleander, nature’s poison,
\nI have never understood why
\nthey are ubiquitous landscaping
\nfor family gardens. <\/p>\n
\nI wanted to sit and observe nature.
\nI kept walking and went to school
\nto pick up a letter of recommendation
\nour departing principal had readied for me.
\nI sat outside, enjoying some welcome
\nshade–the first I had seen.
\nI read the letter, along with a lot of
\nDenise’s there was also one Angela tucked in,
\na stray from a previous letter, cut and pasted.
\nI returned it to the secretary. She’ll get it fixed. <\/p>\n
\nof the jasmine tree and delighting in the promise
\nof the fruit-laden palms. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"