"I saw the black maid park the Cadillac

In the lot of the Indian Harbor Yacht Club.

When she hefted the first huge silver tray

of delicacies for that evening’s soiree

on her boss’s yacht, I offered to help.

No, she said, in her starched gray uniform

on orders from her employer. The launch man

In wrinkled khakis and a black cap with gold

braided on the bill, told her no, she couldn’t

ride the launch. Against Club rules.''

-- From “The Net,’’ by Peter Harris