Crossing the Connecticut River

                     A day of rain
                     in February and
                     from the bridge
                     in Sunderland,
                     the river—

                     broad and flat
                     and grey
                     like gunmetal,
                     and in parts,
                     sheening—

                     the trim of trees
                     along both banks,
                     drab plum and
                     pigment of iron—

                     very lovely,
                     very steel,
                     like a lithograph
                     in some

                     old tome—tombed
                     for posterity.

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Copyright © 2005 by Larry Kimmel