{"id":3952,"date":"2017-11-01T20:14:50","date_gmt":"2017-11-02T01:14:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=3952"},"modified":"2017-10-27T20:22:45","modified_gmt":"2017-10-28T01:22:45","slug":"bill-yarrow-the-little-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=3952","title":{"rendered":"Bill Yarrow &#8220;The Little Things&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Bill Yarrow<\/h1>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">The Little Things<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>It&#8217;s the little things that trip us<br \/>\nup: a small hole in a level field,<br \/>\nan innocuous root in a well-trod<br \/>\npath, a disinclined sidewalk&#8230;<br \/>\nyet not every stumble is a fall,<br \/>\neven as by a certain age we&#8217;ve learned<br \/>\nto outmaneuver the looming yet<br \/>\nare still upended by tiny bagatelles<br \/>\nand that&#8217;s why age is a kind of irony<br \/>\nfor while we ponder the solutions to<br \/>\nuniversal health care, world<br \/>\nhunger, and inequalities of wealth,<br \/>\nwe are no longer able to safely cross<br \/>\nthe street or even tie our shoes.<\/p>\n<p><em>Astoundingly, <\/em><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>Bill Yarrow<\/strong><\/span><em> writes in lines that almost always form sentences.<\/em><code><\/p>\n<p><\/code><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bill Yarrow The Little Things It&#8217;s the little things that trip us up: a small hole in a level field, an innocuous root in a well-trod path, a disinclined sidewalk&#8230; 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