Commercial Zoning

The sudden bustle of a little hub
Only serves to emphasize the space
Between, just as the dirt beside a shrub
Attains no special or distinctive grace
From such juxtaposition, but instead
Shows all the more dull brown beside the bloom.
So these small zones of industry that shed
Their light upon the black asphalt don't loom
Larger than the gaps, the empty streets
That seem but more deserted by compare;
For where the cheering light at last retreats
There is no comfort left us anywhere
And no one cares, or dares, to walk the city
Except in little pockets. It's a pity.