A Well-Grounded Perch in the Air

The lights lounge on the railings,
Pallid in the sun,
But by evening, glittering.

Centuries of holidays
Down the dark European
Traditions—pagan, Christian—
Wink in this exhibition.

The industries that machined
And transported them
Straddled the oceans,

But a little man,
Bent, elvish disposition,
Still needed to purchase them
To place them in position.