Riverdale

The Jewish burial grounds.
That’s how I thought of it.

At first glance–
Century Tower where we moved.
A large 1970’s building.
Health club in the basement.
A somewhat rundown Miami Beach hotel.

Leaving Manhattan at 72
Riverdale – not hip.
The Bronx and not the Bronx

It ordinariness embraces,
Grandparents, mothers, fathers and kids
Irish, Jewish, Black, Latino, Muslim.
Living together respectfully.
No extremes of rich and poor.
It’s just not as simple as race.

One of life’s transitions.
A letting go and a re-engagement.
A new perspective.
Politics and poetry.

Walkers and strollers.
Henry Hudson park.
Spuyten Duyvil.
Places of exquisite beauty
And understated wealth.
Key Food and Liebman’s Kosher Deli.

Cathy and Gail.
Willow and Sam
Together in Riverdale.
Living our ordinary,
Extraordinary lives.

July, 2017

2 thoughts on “Riverdale

  1. Thanks, Harry.

    Here’s a comment on poetry that I like (only substituting “alienated” or “commodified” for the pejorative use of “ordinary”).

    “When a poet’s mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience; the ordinary man’s experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. The latter falls in love, or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.”

    — T.S. Eliot

    ― T.S. Eliot >

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