The Tree that acts as a Safety Net
Tape flutters around the tree
and the car in front of it.
I wonder if the trunk has a magnet.
It's the third car this year.
I wonder why they can't
stick to the road, why the tree
attracts them. Opposite poles?
I snap on my phone, zoom out.
The car looks like an iron filing,
caught, unable to change track.
Dad says cars go too fast
on this road, it's dangerous.
Maybe that's the tree's
job, slow them down. Stop
the cars before they skid
around the corner.
The driver of this car
walked home. Lucky, Dad said.
The tree did its job.
and the car in front of it.
I wonder if the trunk has a magnet.
It's the third car this year.
I wonder why they can't
stick to the road, why the tree
attracts them. Opposite poles?
I snap on my phone, zoom out.
The car looks like an iron filing,
caught, unable to change track.
Dad says cars go too fast
on this road, it's dangerous.
Maybe that's the tree's
job, slow them down. Stop
the cars before they skid
around the corner.
The driver of this car
walked home. Lucky, Dad said.
The tree did its job.
This poem is copyright (©) Emma Lee 2025

About the Writer
Emma Lee
Emma’s publications include “The Significance of a Dress” (Arachne, 2020) and "Ghosts in the Desert" (IDP, 2015). She co-edited “Over Land, Over Sea,” (Five Leaves, 2015), reviews for magazines and blogs at emmalee1.wordpress.com.