{"id":254577,"date":"2023-02-22T14:19:09","date_gmt":"2023-02-22T19:19:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/?p=254577"},"modified":"2023-02-22T14:19:09","modified_gmt":"2023-02-22T19:19:09","slug":"alone-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/2023\/02\/22\/alone-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Alone"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poems\/58412\/alone-56d23cc3c2dbe\">poem<\/a> by Jack Gilbert:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I never thought Michiko would come back<br>after she died. But if she did, I knew<br>it would be as a lady in a long white dress.<br>It is strange that she has returned<br>as somebody&#8217;s dalmatian. I meet<br>the man walking her on a leash<br>almost every week. He says good morning<br>and I stoop down to calm her. He said<br>once that she was never like that with<br>other people. Sometimes she is tethered<br>on their lawn when I go by. If nobody<br>is around, I sit on the grass. When she<br>finally quiets, she puts her head in my lap<br>and we watch each other&#8217;s eyes as I whisper<br>in her soft ears. She cares nothing about<br>the mystery. She likes it best when<br>I touch her head and tell her small<br>things about my days and our friends.<br>That makes her happy the way it always did.<\/p>\n<div class=\"syndication-links\"><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A poem by Jack Gilbert: I never thought Michiko would come backafter she died. But if she did, I knewit would be as a lady in a long white dress.It is strange that she has returnedas somebody&#8217;s dalmatian. I meetthe man walking her on a leashalmost every week. He says good morningand I stoop down &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/2023\/02\/22\/alone-2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Alone&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crsspst_to_mathewingramblogwordpresscom":false,"mf2_syndication":[],"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":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-254577","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/254577","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=254577"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/254577\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=254577"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=254577"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=254577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}