It’s just the end of Brooklyn,
island after island,
the bridge to Queens over the soiled waters.
15 years to get rid of the pollution they say. Oil, and coal, and what? in the waters.
The end of the industrial city
where the harbour rooted.
Now almost disappeared.
Signs of abandonment – for now. Soon they will be replaced by luxury condos, the plants.
the view. It’s the view! They say.
Hipsters and cafes and clothes in the streets.
Where is the past gone?
Une réflexion sur “Greenpoint, Brooklyn.”
Petits poèmes en images.