{"id":4288,"date":"2018-08-20T07:48:35","date_gmt":"2018-08-20T14:48:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=4288"},"modified":"2020-06-22T08:47:50","modified_gmt":"2020-06-22T15:47:50","slug":"crows-wink-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/crows-wink-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"A Crow&#8217;s Wink&#8211;A Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I hurled tater tots off the jetty.<\/p>\n<p>Damn it felt good! (Try it.)<\/p>\n<p>The gulls took to the tots<\/p>\n<p>like a jet on a strafing run.<\/p>\n<p>(I always was shit for similes.)<\/p>\n<p>I placed coleslaw atop a black boulder.<\/p>\n<p>A crow landed, gobbled up the slaw,<\/p>\n<p>and flew away with the toothpick.<\/p>\n<p>He had it between his teeth.<\/p>\n<p>He was Groucho Marx.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I saw that!<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t a poem.<\/p>\n<p>It was a crow flying with a toothpick in its mouth.<\/p>\n<p>He winked at me as he flew past.<\/p>\n<p>The wink is the poem.<\/p>\n<p>No one who hurls tater tots off a jetty<\/p>\n<p>makes it as a poet in the <i>New Yorker<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>Until now.<\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-4288\" data-postid=\"4288\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-4288 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I hurled tater tots off the jetty. Damn it felt good! (Try it.) The gulls took to the tots like a jet on a strafing run. (I always was shit for similes.) I placed coleslaw atop a black boulder. A crow landed, gobbled up the slaw, and flew away with the toothpick. He had it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4289,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,42],"tags":[310,190,88],"class_list":["post-4288","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-poetry","tag-crows","tag-oregon-poetry","tag-poetry","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4288","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4288"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4288\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4290,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4288\/revisions\/4290"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}