city talk

27 Jan

ABRAHAMIC MILK

Cream colored ashlars adorn these ancient city streets,

Sidewalks of silk and perfumed linens fill the horizon

Seekers of gold or prayer beads,

All find what they need

Even a mosque and church straddle one another

And atheists are invited in for tea.

 

A city of gentlemen, and refinement.

From Alexander to Flaubert. Who has not come here?

In these crowded streets, strangers glance,

Eyes dialogue, and passions collide.

A darting heart that fears,

Is drowned by the Grand Mosques

Bosom of receptive serenity.

Here a father still rules.

 

Fried felafel fills the air,

Pita with hummus to go,

No one feels the hunger.

The honey coated baklava,

Handed to me for free,

Ahlan wasahlan….welcome to our city.

This is Aleppo.

 

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