She's all that...

She's eclectic, 
wears moss and leaves
in her flowing, often tangled hair

She's full of ideas,  
for language and culture, she 
has quite a flair

One gets to know her, slowly, 
to form an opinion worthwhile

I've seen her through only distant eyes;
it's said one either loves her 
or they don't - seems there's 
no middle ground

A sailor will return to her from 
open seas, endure days to just 
reach her elongated throat.

Her eyes dark as the night sky,
her body curves like a highway
along a mountain ridge
Sitting crossed legged, 
her thighs press together like 
layered hills and valleys
Her waist expands or cinches tight
for adjustments needed

She is eccentric,
beyond belief!
She's winsome, enchanting, 
sexy, and endearing;
but many think her cruel and 
full of greed and guile

I imagine her to be benevolent,
tolerant, open-minded -
in spite of all the lies,
I think all the while,
she feels loss and gain with 
all her heart,
in a very personal way,
She fight corruption,
tries to keep hatred at bay,
has the power and will to change 
direction, make the next chess play

She has flaws and woes, 
can be driven to fury,

yet compassion is her strong suit
One side of her is cold, even numb, 
but she eases her wounds, goes on
by pursuing the best rule of thumb -
striving to be the best of 
what she can be...

she is tough, but she still 
can steal your heart anyway

She is electric -
her dress a resplendent array
of flickering lights;

her poise is unquestionable; 
it's the voices she hears
that try to break her soul,
her colorful lifestyle
Her investments come from
her center, reaching afar
Although her skirts hide the 
darker side of things,

she is demure and bubbly champagne, 
above par
People of all walks of life 
yield and bow to her

She's a caretaker for all;
her Native American history 
goes deep into the hills,

yet she designs dreams for the future,
new pathways to follow
She is built like a formidable ship

ready for battle, yet as a woman 
she is whole, and dynamic;
delicate when it comes to the 
slightest details
She knows-

She's New York - 
her rich history is the vigor
in her blood that fills her veins
and makes her body tick every day,
every year, with new excitement 
There's so much more to her 
than room here to write,
Ric Burns did a nice job on PBS

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