Squat, bosomy, and worn
Industrial boxes and shabby tenements
Jostle bodegas, trattorias, jerky shops and nail palaces.
Littered streets of families and clans
Schools and houses of worship and dollar stores
Embrace their comfortable bulk.
Suddenly,
Unfamiliar shapes protrude.
Sleek, glassy slices of buildings,
Glamorous slim young women
In uniform black sheath dresses
Rise on stiletto heels
Craning their necks
For a view across the river.
Can this be my Brooklyn?
