Sun was so bright today
That it trickled down through the New York City street grates
Illuminating the graffiti underground
Between 96th and 72nd
And for a moment I was reminded
Of another world,
A hidden world of imagination
Almost always hidden from sight.
But someone got down there and left their mark.
Someone got down there in the dark
And left their light behind
To be seen if only for a moment
And remember that the briefest spark
Can transform everything.