{"id":41,"date":"1996-12-05T00:40:43","date_gmt":"1996-12-05T04:40:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.greasymonkey.net\/MonkeyBLOG\/?p=41"},"modified":"2008-07-05T00:40:57","modified_gmt":"2008-07-05T04:40:57","slug":"doug-tanoury-from-1996","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/?p=41","title":{"rendered":"Doug Tanoury from 1996"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Winter Pears<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>On a wooden swing hanging<br \/>\nFrom the highest bough<br \/>\nOf his back yard pear tree<br \/>\nWe learned to fly at the<br \/>\nSpeed of dreams on summer<br \/>\nAfternoons, leaning back<br \/>\nAnd gripping rusted<br \/>\nChains and looking far up<br \/>\nInto thick foliage that hid<br \/>\nThe dark limbs that held us.<\/p>\n<p>From the tall tree that grew<br \/>\nSmall winter pears<br \/>\nI&#8217;d fly with him across the<br \/>\nSummers and briefly<br \/>\nForget for a moment<br \/>\nMy parent&#8217;s marriage,<br \/>\nThe family finances,<br \/>\nMy sister&#8217;s sickness.<br \/>\nIn quick motion sweeping us<br \/>\nUpward, we learned to fly.<\/p>\n<p>Before I knew of fallen fruit<br \/>\nOr how spring winds<br \/>\nWaste pear blossoms,<br \/>\nI knew him. He flew<br \/>\nUnfettered and without<br \/>\nCares where dreams<br \/>\nGrew slow like winter pears<br \/>\nOn the highest branches<br \/>\nTo ripen and fall only<br \/>\nIn late summer.<\/p>\n<p>Today, under a pear tree<br \/>\nDrooping with fruit<br \/>\nI dreamt him here.<\/p>\n<p>(c)1996 Doug Tanoury<\/p>\n<p>Finches II<\/p>\n<p>On a narrow ledge<\/p>\n<p>Under the front porch<\/p>\n<p>Awning<\/p>\n<p>Families of finches<br \/>\nHave built three<br \/>\nNests<\/p>\n<p>Sloppy and unkempt<br \/>\nWith tangled strands<br \/>\nBlowing<\/p>\n<p>This way and that<br \/>\nLike three women in a<br \/>\nConvertible<\/p>\n<p>Driving with the top down<br \/>\nAlong the Interstate on<br \/>\nJune afternoon<\/p>\n<p>(c) 1996 Doug Tanoury<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Winter Pears On a wooden swing hanging From the highest bough Of his back yard pear tree We learned to fly at the Speed of dreams on summer Afternoons, leaning back And gripping rusted Chains and looking far up Into thick foliage that hid The dark limbs that held us. From the tall tree that &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/?p=41\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Doug Tanoury from 1996&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":590,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","entry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7SmAb-F","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/590"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=41"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=41"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=41"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fosterjohnson.com\/POETRY\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=41"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}