Circle Line
I watch the Circle Line glide past,
The passengers on deck;
Binoculars in hand or
At the ready, on the neck.
The tour guide points and tells them
That the mayor lives right there.
I wonder, as I listen,
If the tourists really care.
Some locals, sitting on the benches,
Feel the need to wave.
Some Circle Liners wave right back,
Both getting what they crave.
As they float by, I feel like I’m
A creature at the zoo.
“Oh look – there’s an East Sider,
Doing what East Siders do.”
Then off they sail and here I stay,
Just jotting down my rhyme.
Soon I’ll pack it in and head back home –
It’s almost feeding time!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
