Below me the broken ribs of Connecticut
Wallow in the bed of Lake Saltonstall,
The vast sea-stubble of antiquity.
Summer is over, the trees rust, it is Fall.
Below me farmland spreads its tapestry,
Darned and patched, over lost mountain spines.
Under me cities, Meriden, Middletown,
Cluster and fume, as rich as platinum mines.
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