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!