{"id":66,"date":"2019-03-25T14:27:12","date_gmt":"2019-03-25T14:27:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gcolemanmn.wordpress.com\/?p=66"},"modified":"2019-03-25T14:27:12","modified_gmt":"2019-03-25T14:27:12","slug":"recent-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/2019\/03\/25\/recent-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"recent poems:"},"content":{"rendered":"

window cleaners<\/em><\/h4>\n
stand on the ledge outside the twelfth floor<\/div>\n
in red shirts.<\/div>\n
now one is wiping the soapy water off their squeegee with a cloth,<\/div>\n
gripping to the frame edge below the circlehead.<\/div>\n
sometimes you can see its surface flex under<\/div>\n
the pressure of a soapy cloth. sometimes<\/div>\n
you can’t see anything at all and<\/div>\n
only the<\/div>\n
waving arms of the window cleaners<\/div>\n
entify the opening.<\/div>\n
chelsea 3.25.19<\/em><\/div>\n
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phoenix in spring<\/em><\/h4>\n
windows are open on 20th St:
\nsomeone sings tunelessly from behind the pane of glass.
\nit used to be that two great clouds would float around the apartment
\nleaving wisps of themselves on your clothes where their wet noses nudged your arm.the sun is in that place that it gets to:
\na bird is singing listlessly behind the gate
\nsnowdrops and daffodils and
\nyou could watch it roll back in if you waited long enough.
\na gust of wind and a plaque
\noh! that\u2019s where wallace stevens lived,
\nwhere the blackbird landed if only for a moment.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
chelsea 3.24.19<\/em><\/div>\n
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pointing<\/em><\/h4>\n
\n
as we ascend, it steps back gradually from the street.<\/div>\n
this is a concrete way of thinking about it,<\/div>\n
like walking over wooden planks these<\/div>\n
are concerned with the material nature of things.<\/div>\n
they seep in at the angle (approx. 90\u00b0)<\/div>\n
from which the building rises from the sidewalk<\/div>\n
as it steps gradually back from the street.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
chelsea 3.12.19<\/em><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

window cleaners stand on the ledge outside the twelfth floor in red shirts. now one is wiping the soapy water off their squeegee with a cloth, gripping to the frame edge below the circlehead. sometimes you can see its surface flex under the pressure of a soapy cloth. sometimes you can’t see anything at all… Continue reading recent poems:<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gabriel.town\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}