Before Aleppo, Baghdad and Damascus
smelled Bazaar and spices, crimson carpet
business sealed with coffee, neighbors
said goodnight and never locked their doors.
Before the alleys grew to borders I dreamt
Arabian nights, Scheherazade, genies
and of deserts stars above the ancient sand.
Before revenge became religion — I believed.
Before Brussels, Nice and Paris.
Michael (grapeling) wants us to use at least three cities in a new poem at toads
August 12, 2016