The Light Ray

In its 30 floor band, ground level holds more,
Almost twice as many humans known
Twice as rich and twice as poor
As above, and below that zone

When the Seniora-Kingston complex fell
And so many family lives destroyed
As to be incomparable to any spell
Of disaster known, came a miracle

The sea of skyscrapers, dominating
The free air that was still fresh,
But that day, in one small street, shone
Our star, the sun, thieved of breath,

And “Jerry’s Drinks a’Retro” knew
No better business as on its door.
The light ray fell, better business,
Found ever more, in the 24.

In one singular bright moment,
A neglected zone, none too fine,
Began to bloom,
Like a flower, before the sunshine.