Iraqi Freedom

We’ve seen beauty. We’ve seen the dazzling.
The bedazzling. The outright breathtaking.
And we’ve seen a bomb kill throngs of children.

And we still search for a magical portion
Or a magic wand. We look below at wishing wells.
We open bottles with genies.
Searching for a quick fix to beauty.

Beauty is found when one heart, who is nothing like another
Sees something in the other. A little armistice
That beautifies all frailties of our own humanity.

Beautiful is the Baghdad Market filled
With Muslims and Christians.
Faces painted in olive complexion
Extending a cheek, a kiss, a branch.

Beautiful is how the endless azure sky
In the backdrop of the Tigris

Keeps the gods away


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