{"id":2376,"date":"2026-08-09T13:23:00","date_gmt":"2026-08-09T13:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2376"},"modified":"2026-08-10T15:57:22","modified_gmt":"2026-08-10T15:57:22","slug":"lands-end","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2376","title":{"rendered":"Land&#8217;s End"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">We're in a land where it takes <br>fifty-one minutes to drive seven miles<br>because it's all coastland <br>and bridges and islands and pine trees<br>and the little cafe we navigate to <br>sits atop a rocky ledge that drops into the cove.<br>The fried seafood is caught right off the coast, <br>mere hours from the water, <br>before their buttermilk dredge and final roil in a fryolator. <br>We are at land's end, on the brink of the ocean, <br>guarded by granite coastline and a merry bobbing of boats.<br>Outside, tall ships sail pass motorboats.<br>Enormous red white and blue flags snap in the breeze.<br>Clumps of seaweeds float on the surface of the ebbing tide. <br>Sun streams through the window, <br>alighting on beet salad and local brew.<br>While a tableside skirmish breaks out over a purloined frite<br>the group quiets when the whole bellied clams drop in from overhead, <br>guided by a servers' steady hands.<br>A grateful quiet spreads, with only <br>the gnashing of butter-drenched lobster knuckles<br>and a masticating of local coleslaw piercing the sea-damp air.<br>Our lips smack, our cheeks raise high, smiles break out.<br>This is high summer in Maine, <br>all drawn butter and crustaceans and crispy local greens<br>and generations aligned by a pursuit of August's best bounty.<br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cLand&#8217;s End,\u201d a note on dining on the rocky ledge of a Maine island, written Sunday, August 09, 2026 poem 221 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: &#8220;Steamed Lobsta,&#8221;  by Diana Ludwick \u00a9 2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2377,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2126,2130,1573,1572,2],"tags":[2300,1838,2297,2298,2299,2286,134,2288,2301],"class_list":["post-2376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-culinary","category-eating-and-drinking","category-generational-of-place","category-of-place","category-poems","tag-cove","tag-high-summer","tag-lands-end","tag-lobsta","tag-lobster","tag-maine","tag-summer","tag-vacationland","tag-whole-bellied-clams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2376","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2376"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2376\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2381,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2376\/revisions\/2381"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2377"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}