Thin sunshine, this lunchtime over.
Construction workers in fluorescent orange vests and hats
Bustle and flow. We come and go.
The underside of a piled cumulous cloud darkens.
Desire is more than thwarted will. I stand back.
Above it all, that arching slender alder tree
Leans away from dark roots into the pure blue — translucent leaves
Pale, surprisingly bright in shifting light.