Westminster Bridge Revisited

As, William, you are here today with me,
will you buy a burger from that stall, while
dodging teeming trails of tourists? You see
the Thames, grey-green and deep, and you can smile
as you recall that splendid silent dawn
in a time when cities slept at night. Hills
and fields? You won’t see them. And you might yawn
as you survey our bland satanic mills:
Shell-Mex and a thousand others. But look!
To our right! Glittering, bright: a mighty wheel
we call the London Eye. In your next book
you could include a view seen from the sky. We’ll
get two tickets quick and, once we’re on it,
William, I suggest you write a sonnet.