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Mirror
This inordinately calm, sunny Monday morning, Just past May's pivot point of days, As I gaze out, through the kitchen window, The six-thirty lake Appears to be a mercury-backed mirror Perfectly reflecting everything in its purview.
It's impossible to tell which sky is sky, Which clouds are clouds, Which trees are trees, Which water is water, Which shore-hugging cabins and houses Are cabins and houses hugging the shore.
An invisible whiff of breeze or breath Barely shimmers the glassy stillness, Sets half the sky, half the clouds, half the trees, Half the water, half the cabins and houses adrift, But illusion and reality Yet refuse to let me see which is which.
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