Hanging Dinner

They are all there - the overweight pock-marked
Burgermiester, the wealthy shopkeeper,
The erudite heiress in pearls twenty in all.
Hovering high- nearly 8 score feet - above the lowly masses
On a majestic yellow crane. They can feel the air wafting
Between their stemware and ,lo ! Are ebullient with pride and
Lofty conversations.

Between their plates of pate de foi gras,
glasses of Chablis, between the
Espresso and the caramel flan,
These guests of the steeples, gazed
Ever so carefully into the eyes of each other
But never, ever down.