Gowanus

by Gerald Wagoner

Brooklyn’s skyline is a dank,
indistinct  brume with snow soon.

Another empty rusted warehouse
opposite this side of the canal,

useful last month, awaits demolition.
Low old buildings on both sides of

The Gowanus are being leveled.
More glass high-rises will go up.

Young people, couples with bright
eyes will move in. Tonight the lone

man who dragged his clacking travel
bag along the canal’s new esplanade

will never know what his abrupt
clatter disrupted. Will never know

a heron opened broad, dark wings.
Rose in silence to assume the night.