{"id":111121,"date":"2018-05-14T12:00:36","date_gmt":"2018-05-14T11:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=111121"},"modified":"2018-05-13T15:45:52","modified_gmt":"2018-05-13T14:45:52","slug":"careless-flowering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2018\/05\/careless-flowering\/","title":{"rendered":"Careless Flowering"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Surrounded by trees,<br \/>\nA public garden steps away,<br \/>\nThe autumn-angling sun stirring the roses,<br \/>\nThose that remained, to the sharpest<br \/>\nSplendour of their season\u2019s lives<br \/>\nAnd yet we chose the confines of a car:<br \/>\nIt was warm and we were a little tired<br \/>\nAnd you were cracking me up with your jokes,<br \/>\nThere was a mild delirium in the air<br \/>\nSo when a sparrow landed, softly,<br \/>\nOn the windshield and paused,<br \/>\nMoving its head the way sparrows do<br \/>\nAs if to get a better glimpse,<br \/>\nI smiled, you sat up straight,<br \/>\nWe wondered, both of us<br \/>\nIn all my years of parking anywhere,<br \/>\nA bird had never paid a call so close<br \/>\nIt flew off not because we startled it<br \/>\nOr it was in haste, after a moment,<br \/>\nThe way a thoughtful messenger might do,<br \/>\nAn inconspicuous god or goddess sent<br \/>\nTo keep the fires of mirth and art<br \/>\nAlive<br \/>\nAnd so we talked and talked<br \/>\nSurrounded by trees and careless flowering<\/p>\n<p><em>May 2018<\/em><br \/>\n________________________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Emanuel-Garcia.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-111122 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Emanuel-Garcia-e1526222684378.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"125\" \/><\/a><em>Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia <\/em><em>is a member of the <\/em><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/\" >TRANSCEND Network for Peace Development Environment<\/a>,<\/em><em> an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at <\/em><a href=\"mailto:emanuelegarcia@gmail.com\"><em>emanuelegarcia@gmail.com<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Surrounded by trees,<br \/>\nA public garden steps away,<br \/>\nThe autumn-angling sun stirring the roses,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":111122,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111121"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111121\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/111122"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}