Poem by Mary Hobson

Weather Forecast

The roads are dry today.
Good visibility.
No rain till later on, they say.
Next news at three.
Why do I listen when he isn’t there?
Why do I care?
The forecast is a charm
To keep some other mother’s son from harm.
I hope it may.
But it’s too late for me.

1. The Counsellors
2. Snow in Zaraisk
3. Laundry Blues
4. Death and the Biker
5. They’ll say ‘Do you remember when…?’

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