Lines and gluttony

 On the bridge
As they were
All the fine people
organized the party

Tight ropes and flying foxes

Lines inside the mind 
lines across the structures
Pulling things together
The sun followed its invisible line

Optimism formaed a web above us
At the exclusive venue we had to wait in line
All the best food, finding a table was hard
Slowly eating getting words out between mouthfuls

Before we could finish another group arrived
Their focus became out table and chairs
Their impatience was a sultry dessert
some of our food fell on the floor

Now an ocean of food layering itself across the floor
These newcomers were embarrassed
A look of apology replaced envy
But it was already done

It's time to leave
So we went to and fro back and forth
Between the tables and fine people
Leaving behind our last drinks

The lines of rope barred us from the exit
We turned and witnessed as professional waiters raced in
Furnishing knee braces so the newcomers could kneel and eat
The layers of food from the ground