highrise

she lives in
a highrise,
with garage parking,
six levels of it,
next to the other
highrise,
the cement smells
musty and new
as does the paint,
a calming shade
of robin's egg
blue. they are all
adjacent
to a mud caked
park, with three
green benches
and seven saplings
which will one
day be trees.
and a hole
in the ground
that will one
day be a pond,
with a fountain.
maybe birds, maybe
bees. she has a one
year lease so she
may never get to
enjoy these
inclusive ammenties,
but the seven eleven
at the bottom
of the building
keeps her in wine
and beer, and donuts
and batteries
for when the lights
flicker and go
out in a storm.