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56 sunday Brunch at point lookout You can see five states from here: the Adirondacks Mount Monadnock and all the farther ranges The view’s spectacular a smudged palette of blue gray and green where the Catskills slope toward deep Schoharie Valley and the Berkshires hunch like witches in the wings Our eyes strain for distance for white steeples pinning the towns in place: Oak Hill Medusa Grand Gorge Only if we relax if our eyes glaze and refocus can we see the moth trapped between window and screen writhing like Laocoön in a web where two flies have given up the ghost if flies have ghosts On the ledge three feet below a ragged bird deep blue lies stunned or dead And now we see the ants: they know They march in column fierce as Genghis Khan . . . At last the waiter comes We order eyes downcast Eggs Benedict Bloody Marys rye toast ...

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