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Bob Orr

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The Reason

The leaves were falling
untidily on time like
whispers of rumoured
innocence. I forgot to go
on marches, attend meetings

against those I most
despised. The winterís
heat burnt my eyes.
I was committed to the
exact confusions of
yr heart.

We cut out across
the short hospital
lawn to the Domainís
deep trees. Yr red coat
brighter than the burning
of any season.

© Bob Orr

Last updated 11 May 2001