Gerald Kithinji Poet Free verse

Thinking of Manhattan

What is it like to live in a desert-
Bereft of those pleasures of life
That cannot be found in a desert?

You got me thinking of dear life 
In the barren sands of the desert
You got me thinking of dear life

You got me thinking of sand dunes
The fighting claws of the desert
You got me thinking of sand dunes

You got me thinking of camels
The lonely ships of the desert
You got me thinking of camels

You got me thinking of the oases
The craggy fountains of the desert
You got me thinking of the oases

You got me thinking of dates
The sweet dates of the desert
You got me thinking of dates

But with the onset of the harmattan
The parching hot winds of the desert
I cannot but think of dear Manhattan.

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Alozor Michael Ikechukwu August 14, 2013 at 8:14 AM Beautiful Gerald, now I want to go to Manhattan! Gerald Kithinji October 12, 2013 at 10:15 AM Tokuyen, Alozor, lets meet there; by accident or by design? Thank you for those vibes.

Toquyen Harrell August 11, 2013 at 2:26 PM Must be nice to live in Manhattan. Would love to visit someday. Nice poem, Gerald :)