There were approximately ten people in the Brooklyn Bridge Park on the bright but freezing Wednesday morning. Just as I expected, not as many as during weekends, nor as few as on a Monday. I found the park similar to the “Wednesday” Todd Colby described in his poem Wednesday.
The Brooklyn Bridge Park is located on the Brooklyn side of the East River, resting outside of the crowded, always busy financial district of Manhattan. The park serves as a service area on a highway, where drivers feed vehicles with gas, purchase refreshing beverages, and then continue their trip on the road. It is a place where people walk out of the middle-class Brooklyn neighborhood, stop by the park to appreciate the stunning city view, and then go forth to work
The Brooklyn Bridge Park is located on the Brooklyn side of the East River, resting outside of the crowded, always busy financial district of Manhattan. The park serves as a service area on a highway, where drivers feed vehicles with gas, purchase refreshing beverages, and then continue their trip on the road. It is a place where people walk out of the middle-class Brooklyn neighborhood, stop by the park to appreciate the stunning city view, and then go forth to work