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blades of green bend low and those dry spots are deer footprints spider draped in\u00a0diamond web she\u2019s not the only dreamer here. look there, cream painted wood wraps our home this yoda looks down on boba fett this sky this shore this place right here blades of green bend low and breathe in damp, the misted seaside glows, fog yellow gray among planked houses, sunlight slants across the field, racing tree shadows tumbling down and softly yield those dry spots are deer footprints strong and hesitant tenderly picking their way through infinite breakfast\u00a0 spider draped in\u00a0diamond web checks her Tiffany […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4800,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[784,783,678],"tags":[696,471,942,707,524,676,548,1016],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4798"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4798"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4798\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4800"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4798"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4798"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.collectiveself.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4798"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbreathe in damp, the misted seaside
\nglows, fog yellow gray among
\nplanked houses, sunlight slants across
\nthe field, racing tree shadows tumbling
\ndown and softly yield <\/span><\/p>\n
\nstrong and hesitant
\ntenderly picking their way through
\ninfinite breakfast\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\nchecks her Tiffany watch
\nmunches salted housefly
\nslightly bored
\ndreams of tiny diamond Fitbits
\n<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>paw across face, gentle sleeping girl cat
\nignoring the boys who drive her mad
\nconverting sunbeam to shallow purring
\npassive feline heater: hissed off no more<\/span><\/p>\n
\nship on land, driftwood leans in
\ncorners
\nfloor awash with sand
\ncounters breathe wide open empty from
\nour passing on of gifts
\ndonations free our heavy hands while<\/span><\/p>\n
\narms wide with welcome across the
\ntardis comforter
\nempire strikes back sheets and
\nstargate bobleheads
\nGeneration X spirit guides,
\nas much as stones, shells, and driftwood
\nOh precious artifacts <\/span><\/p>\n
\nright here
\nthis fog-lined sea and time-lined face<\/span><\/p>\n
\nthis is where I love you<\/span><\/p>\n<\/span>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"