Mary Hobson


The Half-life


No bliss, no dread,
no plan ahead.
The half-life. A convenient way
to fill the day.
It’s all that I can spare.
The rest is on the road
beside him there,
beside the spinning wheels, the scattered load.

15th July, 2000




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