Tree on Top of a Parking Garage

by | Oct 6, 2020 | Issue Seventeen, Poetry

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.

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