The elevators are all broken,
so it’s climbed all five flights of stairs.
Catching its breath, it stands by the railing
and looks out across the highway
to where the sun is turning orange
between the clouds and the horizon.
The passing drivers see it there
and chuckle as they wonder whether
whoever put it there has also
put ornaments and lights on it.
But then the traffic demands attention,
and they drive on into the dusk.
The tree doesn’t wonder a thing about them
but turns away to find its car
and go wherever it has to go.