Shed Skin

Roberta Bragg

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 leaved fingers helt aloft./ A tree, a woman, dancing to a boogie beat./ One of the many trees I’ve seen – / Doing “The Things Trees Do When They Think We’re Not Watching.”/ ‘Shed Skin” is one of the many pieces that seek to show them.