The New Sun

The Big Bloom
A poem by Catherine J. Moore

You have this rare capacity
To awaken our humanity
You are tuned to potentials yet to come
The Wright Brothers plans - where did they come from?
With one hundred and sixty five million down
You prove yourself, then you play the clown
Your salary is a little joke
One dollar for the mayor bloke
You clear the path with heart and hope
You lend a hand, you don't steal the rope
You ride the subway with a smile
Patron of Manhattan Isle
Your 2030 plan will flower
Garden roofs and hydro power
You pass up a game of monopoly
To play at Bloomberg Philanthropy
Cleaner air for all to breathe
We all receive the dream you weave
So let's commence, let's begin
The Big Apple project, the big Win-Win