"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