alley tree flowers

it smells of
flowers here
in the beergarden;
petals falling
from a tree,
the scent 
being caught
by a breeze

the last bit of sun
peeks in over the
top of the west building

& the birds chirp

an urban sanctuary
where i can sit
& think & dream

the sounds of the city
continue outside,
but i'm secure in this alley
in between two ancient buildings