New York, New York

The murky waters claim your shores,
great ships turn topsy-turvy. Tunnels
spill the sea from guts too full.

Lady Liberty stands tall, her beacon
won’t go out. What storm would think
to douse her flame?

New York, New York,
It’s true your back is bent,
make no mistake, it is not broken.

The waters will recede
and generations later, staunch citizens
will remember these dark days

when you were on your knees,
how you gained your footing once again
slowly, bravely

with new muscles strong
from lifting
so much weight.

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