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Bob Orr

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Another Land

Middle of winter
we slept on the shore
because we couldn’t
afford a motel.

Beneath the cliffs
we lay on a ledge
as the tide
glossed over each
outcropped rock.

White stars
uplifted on waves
clicked into

I remembered you
in a bed sitter
the bar heater
burnt until dawn

a roseate glow
to brighten
the white blur
of yr skin.

Today the freesias
in a jar on the kitchen
table delicately foam
on the shore

of another land.

© Bob Orr

Last updated 11 May 2001