Whether vain
Or merely curious
I could not help but stop
And stare at a figure reflected
In the window of a shop

Weather vane
Atop the cupola on the roof of my old school
The place where 60 years ago
I had been accused of being cruel
A fat kid in was in the playground
“Murderer!” he said
About a classroom accident
This memory’s stayed in my head

The shop is in St John’s Wood high street
It’s school is Barrow Hill
The window reflection is the spectre
of a kid who did not kill.

Wandering here, pondering this
Just the other day
Paul McCartney passed me on this street
Walking the other way.

Harry George Stanley Lupino
Illustration Nick Victor

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