Hand knit. Days of driving; little sleep./ Turnpike rest stop./ Away from the cars and into the trees./ There, in a small clearing, She stood./ Trunk like a dancer’s body arched back./ A sweep of slim branches and leaves – hair swept back./ Wrinkled bark open to sky./ 2 small branches tipped with sparre leavedContinue reading “Shed Skin
Roberta Bragg
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