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urchins rejoiced.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"They knew their stuff and clutched the soft spots<\/p>\n
of the ocean floor for that was their job; they were blind.<\/p>\n
But in the weirdest sense, they saw the solitary sea floor:<\/p>\n
the larger fish stealing food through murky fog-water,<\/p>\n
swimming faster, pushing with mouths wide open.<\/p>\n
The shark-like fish swallowed hard, desultory, robot-like.<\/p>\n
Far away from the seashore, the urchins saw much more:<\/p>\n
a small teakwood sewing machine with ornate legs,<\/p>\n
apparently Dutch-made, lying in a Harlem street<\/p>\n
as November-slanted rain fast-warped the soft wood<\/p>\n
and rusted the bobbins and motor.<\/p>\n
The urchins closed their eyes.\u00a0 It didn’t matter that Frank,<\/p>\n
a homeless man, was slinking along again in a valley of tears,<\/p>\n
desolate and drunk.<\/p>\n
Looking into a puddle of by the sewer<\/p>\n
he saw his sad reflection, wiped his hand and stuck<\/p>\n
it into his pocket.<\/p>\n
The urchins felt his presence though they were invisible to him.<\/p>\n
There, the locket rubbed against his thumb.<\/p>\n
So he took it out, cried as he saw the face of an angel<\/p>\n
looking back at him. “It’ll be okay,” it seemed to whisper,<\/p>\n
as he closed the clasp and let out sobs from the back<\/p>\n
of his throat, in a man way, until he was able to choke them down.<\/p>\n
Again, in the puddle he saw a trapped pigeon stuck in the sewer slots.<\/p>\n
With a quick maneuver, he pulled its broken wing out of the grate.<\/p>\n
It hobbled away and the urchins rejoiced.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They knew their stuff and clutched the soft spots of the ocean floor for that was their job; they were blind. But in the weirdest sense, they saw the solitary sea floor: the larger fish stealing food through murky fog-water, swimming faster, pushing with mouths…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1608,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95645","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95645","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\/1608"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95645"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95645\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95793,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95645\/revisions\/95793"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95645"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95645"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95645"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}