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.

8th May, 2000




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