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Window

See that window?
Up there in the roof
Above the wide gutter
Of the terraced shops?
That’s the room
Where my life began.
Not my birth.
Not my mother’s push.

It’s where The Beatles
Sang their last song to me
From a hot Dansette.
It’s where I broke the heart
Of my first romance.
It’s where I destroyed
My school uniform
Cut my hair
And where
I wrote a poem
About a life I knew nothing about
As though it was mine.

That’s the room.
That’s where it began
Not my birth
Not my mothers push.
It was my own push.
I’m still pushing.