Your hand is the mirror of your life -
Every line and mark on your hand means something -
We'd walked past the pub where once I'd had a midnight Laphroaig -
It was low tide -
Herring gulls circled masked visitors eating Magpie Cafe fish and chips -
I could see the Abbey on its spooky hill -
I peered into the fortune teller's den -
Open -
Patronised by royalty -
The fortune teller was on her phone -
She held her Samsun to her ear -
Spirits veiled her armchair -
In a nearby arcade the claw held up a silver hare -
May 29 2021
Whitby
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