First Lover Poem by Uriah Hamilton

</>In the summertime,
There is dancing on the urban streets,
School children and hookers,
Drug addicts and pushers,
Cutthroats and mothers
All enjoying the exquisite music
Of heroic survival and the swaying
Of lovely limbs making their way
To a myriad of destinations.

A girl is wearing a yellow skirt
Outside a getaway bar playing jazz,
Some indescribable street style
Originating in the sultry breeze,
A New Orleans of the soul
In the beatific downbeat of Detroit.

Give many widespread multiple forms of music
And some Latino children with salsa-like movements,
A seductive rhythm of urgent heartbeats,
And I’ll show you a life tremendously worth living,
A paradise of passion with unceasing persuasive charm
Like your first lover gazing into your eyes
And holding tightly onto your arm.