{"id":4677,"date":"2018-08-02T14:55:58","date_gmt":"2018-08-02T19:55:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=4677"},"modified":"2018-07-24T14:57:59","modified_gmt":"2018-07-24T19:57:59","slug":"steve-klepetar-red-maple","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=4677","title":{"rendered":"Steve Klepetar &#8220;Red Maple&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Steve Klepetar<\/h1>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Red Maple<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Some faces<br \/>\nyou have forgotten,<br \/>\nbut others<br \/>\ncrowd your dreams, <\/p>\n<p>and when you wake<br \/>\nin summer, they linger<br \/>\nnear the red maple<br \/>\nthat glitters in your yard.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>Steve Klepetar<\/strong><\/span><em>, a regular contributor on <\/em>One Sentence Poems,<em> is an only child who dreams up strange siblings.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Steve Klepetar Red Maple Some faces you have forgotten, but others crowd your dreams, and when you wake in summer, they linger near the red maple that glitters in your yard. 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