{"id":953,"date":"2010-11-05T17:27:24","date_gmt":"2010-11-05T17:27:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/"},"modified":"2010-11-05T17:27:24","modified_gmt":"2010-11-05T17:27:24","slug":"cynthia-k-marshall-1110","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/cynthia-k-marshall-1110\/","title":{"rendered":"Cynthia K. Marshall, 11\/10"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hunting Season<\/p>\n<p>the trees loom along the side of the road,<br \/>\nfall\u2019s detritus, brown &amp; sad,<br \/>\nhangs from branches listing slightly<br \/>\nwith each puff of wind.<\/p>\n<p>from beneath a sprawling oak<br \/>\nthe woman-girl staggers<br \/>\nlike a dazed doe into the road:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>her frayed hem grazes the dirt, her bare feet.<br \/>\nstickers dot her bodice.<br \/>\nleaves tangle in her dark hair, a broken halo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>she absently brushes at her arms, dusky with bruises.<br \/>\nthe blue pickup truck swerves into the center lane,<br \/>\nbarely misses the wan figure<br \/>\nas she staggers onto the asphalt.<\/p>\n<p>and she raises her hands,<br \/>\nfaces the oncoming traffic<br \/>\nin surrender<br \/>\nor exhaustion<br \/>\nor elation.<\/p>\n<p>she survives.<\/p>\n<p><em>Cynthia K. 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