Poem Revised in a Twelfth-Floor Hotel Room After Seeing a Man in the Building Across the Street Holding What Appeared to be Binoculars Issue no. 230 Fall 2019 The baby sings in her high chair at the banquet. I know most people at this table,but not everyone. The keynote speaker talks about how to make beauty in today’s world. A woman we met during cocktails whispersthat she wants a picture of the baby. Ray would say no. He thinks he can protect her, but I don’t.