There are nights I come still
to Trenton
To write, to listen, to play,
A few blocks from where I used to pray
Amongst the carpenters and lawyers
The shopkeepers and dentists,
The white collar conjurors
The blue collar crafters, sabbath-welcoming
Jews all of us
We had a slow courtship ——
When all you drink is Manischewitz wine
That can take quite some time
Finally, at the end of the thirteenth full moon
We took off from Greenwood Avenue
And on to Route 29
To that place of ample spirit, song and dance —
Katmandu
Which is where we kissed—
The two of us in your pickup truck
Driving hard
Before the prayers would catch us up
Many of the pieces from Greenwood Ave
Have now been packed up, have Now been hauled away
The eternal light, the drapes from the ark
But they did not pack
All the Goldmans. Eisners and Littmans,
the glass
Stained a half century ago
Then engraved with such thoughtful
and generous
Impermanence —
Aronowitz spends her days writing about gift planning for Princeton University’s alumni and friends. She is a poet and a playwright who is a member of the Stage One Playwright’s Unit at Passage Theatre in Trenton. Her most recent work for Passage was “Master of the Universe,” inspired by the Kinks’ “Lola.”
