a brooklyn girl

so you are just a regular brooklyn girl
in that striped blouse and armbands,
looking thoughtfully into the distance
from somewhere near the williamsburg
bridge, as if you were playing at wenders’.

someone said you were bored, but i think
it is a longing for something reassuring,
as we all have moments when we have
to stop at the edge of the pavement to see
if we are still able to keep our serenity.

and now that i know everything about you,
there is still so much to know as i stare
at you with my blank, unseeing eyes,
sketched with a few bold pencil strokes
on the back of an old bookshop receipt.