{"id":428,"date":"2012-08-28T17:17:48","date_gmt":"2012-08-29T00:17:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/?p=428"},"modified":"2012-08-28T17:17:48","modified_gmt":"2012-08-29T00:17:48","slug":"islands-in-the-grass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/?p=428","title":{"rendered":"Islands in the Grass"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/mail-attachment.googleusercontent.com\/attachment\/u\/0\/?ui=2&amp;ik=844095873f&amp;view=att&amp;th=1396fbb847d61120&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=inline&amp;safe=1&amp;zw&amp;saduie=AG9B_P8MNvtwzfnMosKSSbvHjU3T&amp;sadet=1346199352009&amp;sads=267WLq6s6UAgHryPi-CCTk0OpHY&amp;sadssc=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"400\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I see glimpses of what I\u2019m running from<\/p>\n<p>In rows of houses all shaped the same<\/p>\n<p>Stretching further every year<\/p>\n<p>Trying to catch up with me<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Fences in between<\/p>\n<p>Say \u2018stay out of my Eden\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Islands in the fresh-mowed grass<\/p>\n<p>Nations of white collars<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I pass a youth with sullen eyes and a lip ring<\/p>\n<p>He is embarrassed by the man with the toe shoes<\/p>\n<p>Embarrassed to be seen with his parents<\/p>\n<p>He walks apart from them, feigning isolation<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I feel his jealous gaze as I dash past<\/p>\n<p>A boy who yearns to break free<\/p>\n<p>As I have<\/p>\n<p>Tearing away from the endless avenues of 2.5 storeys and 2.5 children<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Freedom is the hill on the edge of town<\/p>\n<p>A stack of topsoil, the kind made for bikes and sleds<\/p>\n<p>The kind that summons nostalgia<\/p>\n<p>The kind that will soon be swallowed by a themed community<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It is a place where I can survey the town that I escaped from<\/p>\n<p>And look to the beckoning mountains beyond<\/p>\n<p>Where houses don\u2019t grow like weeds<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I see glimpses of what I\u2019m running from In rows of houses all shaped the same Stretching further every year Trying to catch up with me &nbsp; Fences in between Say \u2018stay out of my Eden\u2019 Islands in the fresh-mowed grass Nations of white collars &nbsp; I pass a youth with sullen eyes and a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[51],"class_list":["post-428","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=428"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":430,"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428\/revisions\/430"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=428"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=428"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=428"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}