{"id":9466,"date":"2015-06-13T15:59:44","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:59:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9466"},"modified":"2015-06-13T15:59:44","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:59:44","slug":"long-may-it-wave","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/long-may-it-wave\/","title":{"rendered":"Long May It Wave"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Purple;<\/p>\n<p>The Pride flag flutters exactly as a flag\u00a0<em>should\u00a0<\/em>on a San Francisco afternoon in June;<\/p>\n<p>The fingers of each of its stripes caress the blue sky<\/p>\n<p>It waves with the triumphant spirit of possibility which, for many of us, is the reason we came to San Francisco&#8211;and for nearly all of us, is the reason we stay;<\/p>\n<p>But this particular flag overlooks Market Street;<\/p>\n<p>To its right is the headquarters of Twitter and the tech workers who have flooded the City as part of the the tech boom of the &#8220;New&#8221; San Francisco;<\/p>\n<p>To its left are a group of homeless men and women. \u00a0Three of them have lived on this patch of curb since I moved here in 2009. \u00a0They are as &#8220;Old&#8221; San Francisco as it gets;<\/p>\n<p>The flag floats over the battle lines between these groups, between the privileged rich and the poor whose San Francisco dream has been reduced to sleeping on a piece of urine-soaked pavement;<\/p>\n<p>But the flag calls us all to something better;<\/p>\n<p>If any City can negotiate the conflicts of inequality, it is this one; which raised itself up from the ashes of a quake and fire unprecedented in American history;<\/p>\n<p>The flag hopes;<\/p>\n<p>And as a result, so do we<\/p>\n<p>-30-<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Purple; The Pride flag flutters exactly as a flag\u00a0should\u00a0on a San Francisco afternoon in June; The fingers of each of its stripes caress the blue sky It waves with the triumphant spirit of possibility which, for many of us,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":236,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9466","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9466","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\/236"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9466"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9466\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9555,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9466\/revisions\/9555"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9466"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9466"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9466"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}