New Yorkers

I was born here,
that's no lie, he said,
right here beneath God's sky.
I wasn't born here, she said,
I come—and why?
Where I come from
folks work hard
all their lives
until they die
and never own no parts
of earth nor sky
So I come up here.
Now what've I got?
     You!

She lifted up her lips
in the dark:
The same old spark!