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Early Walk to Buy Bread<\/strong><\/p>\n Ficus trees line a long stone wall Returning is slightly uphill <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lark Beltran<\/strong>, originally from California, has lived in Peru for many years as an ESL teacher.\u00a0 Quite a few of her poems have appeared in online and offline journals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Early Walk to Buy Bread Ficus trees line a long stone wall crisp on morning\u00b4s new page, in sunlight just sprung over the hill. Doves coo from the wires above a road all mine before the school cars\u00b4takeover. My steps, unhurried, follow as regular a pattern as the notes of Perez\u00b4s parrot off […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11324","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11324","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11324"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11324\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23819,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11324\/revisions\/23819"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11324"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11324"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11324"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncrisp on morning\u00b4s new page,
\nin sunlight just sprung over the hill.
\nDoves coo from the wires above a road all mine
\nbefore the school cars\u00b4takeover.
\nMy steps, unhurried, follow as regular
\na pattern as the notes of Perez\u00b4s parrot
\noff to the right, whistling the Peruvian national anthem
\nfrom the same branch over the past twenty years.<\/p>\n
\nin traffic\u00b4s increasing whup whup whirr.
\nThe parrot\u00b4s penultimate strophe, as I pass,
\nhas begun to crack and strain, as if he pondered
\nits worthwhileness.\u00a0 I carry breakfast
\nof crisp ciabatta rolls, bag sticking to sweaty arm,
\nand thereby live clich\u00e9s: the daily bread,
\nthe daily road; scuffing in dust
\nof sameness in the wake of songs.<\/p>\n