Nairobi Sunrise (III)
You lie in half light,
cool and dreaming,
Ancient Africa, the fair.
And yet the sticky sweat of noon day
lies behind your chilly morning
Latent in your misty air.
Some hint,
beneath the dewy dawning
of dust and wildness,
dry and bare;
Some part of you,
of me,
some feeling,
Untamed still and rough, but open;
Returning now,
I feel it there






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