Alyson Rewick : An Elegy for New York

I see a vacant skyline

And all I can think of

Is what used to be

And what could have been.

Castor and Pollux raced to the stars

And stopped a few feet short of heaven.

Scintillating and sharp,

They stood two decades strong

On top of the city,

the world.

And now, what is left?

Hope, perhaps

But above all

Resilience.