By: strangerpaths September 1, 2018 Poetrybaghdad, English poetry, female poets, female writer, Iraq war, iraqi poet, memory, short poem, short story, war, war story, war vet Lightening On top of the world We stood Or so we thought On the dorm’s rooftops We slept Explosions lit the sky No thunder to fear Just man’s lightening growing near In time to get a shuteye [That’s my Baghdad in 2007] Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
