This rug has been on several floors
Our lounge at home, my room in halls
Down in town in Western Wales
Then Earls Court to near Enfield
It's seen off milk and spilled red wine
Break-up sex and party time
Overdose and feeling fine
Flat fire hosepipes, ash and grime
It's been there for both height and depth
Unexpected light and crept
Deep soil darkness, worst and best
Our private hell and secrets kept
I took my first quick, breathless run
Perfection sought; later than some
My dad - incredulous - calling for mum
As youth rushed past my feet
Dot, come quick, you won't believe
The time that's passed since I first heaved
Bodily, whole from this same ground
Made half way to fifty gone
J. x
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