On The 6
Above the umbrellas of London Town
And beneath its 4pm skies,
Squashed by a window, I sat looking down
From a seat passing through Kensal Rise.
When a man with a phone stood up to get off
A woman and child stood too.
As he tackled the stairs with his dry winter cough
They made for his 'seat with a view'.
Brushing against branches of an overgrown tree
Where the gutters and traffic flowed,
We slowed one more time as a guy next to me
Pressed to stop just before Edgware Road.
The metal bars shook as we started again
But diversions, because of the march
Meant we turned on ourselves through the icy, cold rain
Several minutes from Marble Arch.
Darkness set in over theatres and shops
As warm lights lit cafés inside.
Numb faces that stared from the Aldwych bus stops
Hailed the end of this whimsical ride.
Entered into: STRAND SELECT S, any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
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