On the subway to the Bronx to watch the Yankees end up losing to the Red Sox, I spotted a recent MTA Transit Poem by Major Jackson "Leave it all up to Me." This remarkable poem by Jackson (b Amer 1968) awoke in me the electric currents of a new love that causes everything around you to blossom in sparkling colors. Jackson has received many illustrious literary honors. His collection of poems "Leaving Saturn" received the Cave Canem Poetry Prize & was a Nat'l Book Critics finalist. He's been honored by the NAACP with an Image Award for outstanding literary work in the field of poetry. Currently, Jackson is a prof. at the Univ. of VT. I was dazzled by his bold & unabashed expression of falling in love with an ode to romance in NYC. I was elated by Jackson's exuberance. "Leave it all up to Me" is love poem that rekindles passion & delight:
All we want is to succumb to a single kiss
that will contain us like a marathon
with no finish line, and if so, that we land
like newspapers before sunrise, halcyon
mornings arrived like blue martinis. I am
learning the steps to a foreign song; her mind
was torpedo, and her body was stir,
a kind of WOW. ll we want is a metropolis
of Sundays, an empire of hand-holding
and park benches. She says, "Leave it all up to me."
And, women - be fearless in love!
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