A boulder at the park, where three rivers meet,
Modernly placed by a Modern machine in Modern times,
Looking very Testudinate in an ancient place...
Plowed into practically flat and level since 1670 something,
These were once planting fields dimpled with corn mounds,
Maybe long houses and wigwams, long before that.
An ancient tree hides behind a barn, a silent witness...
Snake head-like from the other side,
Perhaps just a coincidence...
Later, at home in Nonnewaug,
Effigies in stone,
Just before sunset,
Perhaps another turtle,
Perhaps another snake,
Perhaps something else I'm still unsure of...
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