{"id":437,"date":"2004-08-09T14:13:34","date_gmt":"2004-08-09T13:13:34","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=437"},"modified":"2004-08-09T14:13:34","modified_gmt":"2004-08-09T13:13:34","slug":"emold-mans-moonem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/08\/09\/emold-mans-moonem\/","title":{"rendered":"<em>old man&rsquo;s moon<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/oldmanmoon.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"old man's moon\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>say i&rsquo;ve been out for a long time now<br \/>\na wish to an old man across the street the curb like pinned to his feet, a hermetic smile that i cannot confront, he looks up,<br \/>\nsay we&rsquo;ve put hopes into the deepest blue, i fix my gaze to where he points, his finger eaten by arthritis like a warning, dangerous you cannot mend, i hear, but can you play chess ?<br \/>\nno. and not the water at his feet can bring anything back, and not his eyes so pale know how to read a map, past the shades of my eyelids i reiterate,<br \/>\nmy wish to an old man across the street the moon like pinned to his feet, a hermetic smile that i cannot confront, i look up&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>say i&rsquo;ve been out for a long time now a wish to an old man across the street the curb like pinned to his feet, a hermetic smile that i cannot confront, he looks up, say we&rsquo;ve put hopes into the deepest blue, i fix my gaze to where he points, his finger eaten by [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-437","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-on-pause"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=437"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}