{"id":755,"date":"2006-11-03T15:31:10","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T21:31:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1991\/11-28-91-thanks\/"},"modified":"2006-11-03T15:31:10","modified_gmt":"2006-11-03T21:31:10","slug":"11-28-91-thanks","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=755","title":{"rendered":"11-28-91 Thanks"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=755\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>Salvador,Bahia<br \/>\nThanksgiving<\/p>\n<p>Daylight leaves like a dying relationship<br \/>\nSleepy streetlights watch it&#8217;s love slowly go<br \/>\nThe reality of darkness surprises no one<br \/>\nAnd hidden the pains of the lonely grow<\/p>\n<p>Long hands of saltwater run over my mind<br \/>\nPulling lightly the rocks with a tenth of it&#8217;s might<br \/>\nI hold that Bahia and Bali share more<br \/>\nThan mutual letters in the approaching night.<\/p>\n<p>In the eyes of a child selling moments of breath<br \/>\nIn the hills of the coast being cut by a storm<br \/>\nIn the streets of the town where my money is my face<br \/>\nMy face speaks of money their eyes report and inform<\/p>\n<p>In their hearts and their heels tempo steady and slow<br \/>\nIn the smiles excuses rest,then die from neglect<br \/>\nFrom the heart of a people comes heat and desire<br \/>\nSlow burning answers from the lack of a fire.<\/p>\n<p>I fill with the grace that gratitude shares<br \/>\nMy thanks too large and too strong for my words<br \/>\nTo be here today with the sea at my back<br \/>\nAnother dream answered,unforced,incidental<br \/>\nIn darkness my praise is sent to thee<br \/>\nThe light that never sets on me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Salvador,Bahia Thanksgiving Daylight leaves like a dying relationship Sleepy streetlights watch it&#8217;s love slowly go The reality of darkness surprises no one And hidden the pains of the lonely grow Long hands of saltwater run over my mind Pulling lightly the rocks with a tenth of it&#8217;s might I hold that Bahia and Bali share [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":724,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-cb","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/755"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=755"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/755\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/724"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=755"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}