Eating bagels ...

The man behind the counter looked like a Shoreditch prophet -

His place was called Rhapsody -

He served us bagels and stroked his beard -

We sat at a rough table, looking out at the winding street -

Every second Georgian house was a gallery -


Paul's grandparents had come here every year -

Staying in the same B & B -

I opened my Yorkshire Post -

I thought of June, and of Paul's grandad, who I'd never met -


There was no time to see the harbour -

The beach huts facing the sea -

Old histories became new histories -

There were new numbers on my watch -


November  2019

Rhapsody
Bridlington