The Orange Tree
The young girl stood beside me . I
Saw not what her young eyes could see.
A light, she said, not of the sky
Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.
Listen, the young girl said. For all
Your hapless talk you fail to see
There is a light, a step, a call,
This evening on the Orange Tree.
John Shaw Neilson
foto – young girls in the black bear café in bellingen nov 2010