On the Ferry
To the ferry, people flock;
The ride is smooth and free.
Despite the gloomy weather,
It’s the perfect place to be.
Out the window, fog and haze;
Raindrop pattern splatters.
People barely give a glance –
Transport all that matters.
Lady Liberty appears,
Torch held high in greeting;
Tourists take a snapshot,
Their attention sharp but fleeting.
Friends will meet me when we dock
To schmooze and have a meal.
Getting there by boat, not car,
Just adds to the appeal.
And then I’ll take the ferry back;
No traffic and no stress.
A lovely spot to read or think
Or write a poem, I guess.
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