Scarborough Sands

I walked from The Columbus Cafe to Scarborough Sands -

I breathed the salty Bank Holiday air -

In the cafe, a dad had sipped a Peroni -

I saw the lighthouse -

Nearby, a boy was singing blues in The Golden Ball -

Soft rain was falling on the Sands -

I thought of the poet, severe in his dark suit - 

Gulls flew above my head -

The Sands were empty - 

I wore my tweed - 

A big wheel spun slowly in the rain - 

Scarborough

May 2024