Saturday, 2 January 2021

2. The Move

Life made perfect sense that summer,

that summer of sixty-two,

when my two parents, my four brothers

my one sister and I

left a farming town behind

for a modern city suburb.

I don’t remember much about the move.

I remember even less about the town.

It seems my memory switched on

when I caught a football.


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