{"id":92254,"date":"2021-06-26T14:36:16","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:36:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92254"},"modified":"2021-06-26T14:39:42","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:39:42","slug":"love-in-a-pedestrian-evening","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/love-in-a-pedestrian-evening\/","title":{"rendered":"Love in a Pedestrian Evening"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Your words carry me on.<br \/>\nThrough the dark night, under starlight.<br \/>\nThe ships in the habour sleeping.<br \/>\nWe\u2019re an hour or so from home,<br \/>\nBut I don\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n<p>The river is canopied in midnight,<br \/>\nBut the conversation drifts us on<br \/>\nA current, I spin under your arm. An eddy.<br \/>\nOn into darkness stained with sodium.<br \/>\nWe have been dancing.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m sure our feet and knees are tired<br \/>\nThe clocktower chimes, we start to climb<br \/>\nThe hill bejeweled with shop-front signs<br \/>\nWe side-step revelers from another world.<br \/>\nAnd we are all oblivious.<\/p>\n<p>The quiet night is rimmed with trees<br \/>\nAnd burred with buses\u2019 engines heard<br \/>\nFrom streets away. You hold my hand<br \/>\nAnd tell me of exciting plans<br \/>\nI nod, and nod the sleep away.<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re nearly home.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s softer now, though often<br \/>\nWe hear sirens call like evening birds<br \/>\nFar far away. I lean against your arm.<br \/>\nYou shift your bag to let me.<\/p>\n<p>We awake from some shared reverie<br \/>\nSuddenly, to find the key.<br \/>\nOur stories pausing at the door, and then<br \/>\nDenouements trailing through the corridors,<br \/>\nWe find ourselves back home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your words carry me on. Through the dark night, under starlight. The ships in the habour sleeping. We\u2019re an hour or so from home, But I don\u2019t notice. The river is canopied in midnight, But the conversation drifts us on A current, I spin under&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2314,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92254","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92254","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\/2314"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92254"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92254\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":92443,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92254\/revisions\/92443"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92254"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92254"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92254"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}