Our jacaranda tree has become a threat
No matter its lavender blooms–their delicate landings
Are a ruse. The road is only long for some and I want
To make this as clear as possible to my son
Holding the keys, pent-up with adolescent desire.
I stifle these thoughts instead and allow him to reverse
Into our driveway nine times–nearly hitting our neighbor
On the seventh attempt, and ignoring my questions
About the electric reindeer that has appeared
On our walkway. Something about his friends and a scavenger
hunt. Slow down, check the rear view, I say to the deer
Who is frozen and unblinking–as if it knows when
The jacaranda might topple or the road–end.