Paula Evans / Stolen Orange
The Stolen Orange
When I left I stole an orange
I kept it in my pocket
It felt like a warm planet
I kept it in my pocket
It felt like a warm planet
Everywhere I went smelt of oranges
Whenever I got into an awkward situation
I’d take out the orange and smell it
And immediately on even dead branches I saw
The lovely and fierce orange blossom
That smells so much of joy
When I went out I stole an orange
It was a safeguard against imagining
There was nothing bright or special in the world
Brian Patten
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