new york city.

it was never going to be enough
to simply spend a long weekend
in a city that belonged to her
and her to it.
i’d say you lost her from the very moment
she stepped out of the yellow cab
and up the stairs to the brownstone
in her beat-up boots
and leather jacket.
some people never could understand
how all the noise
put her to sleep
gently rocking her at night
and shaking her awake in the morning.
i’d say
she was made for the challenge
of taming all things fierce
and she liked the way you could get lost in Chinatown
only to come out the other side of Little Italy.
to say she was a city girl
was an understatement.
she was, at the very least,
a part of the soul
of New York
and she had fallen in love with all its grit
and glamour.


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