Limb from Limb

On her way back,
a branch blocks the road.
She stops the car, puts the hazard lights on.
But, there is no one there to see.
Where the limb has been torn away from the trunk
a fresh white, heart-shaped scar
is obvious against the dark bark.
She grasps the branch strongly
Both hands
Plunges it into the verge.
Turns off the hazards
Drives on.