Poem by Mary Hobson

* * *

Now I will always know that you died.
Now I am an imperfect cadence,
only to be resolved
by my own death.

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

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