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<\/a><\/p>\nIn its defense, March is a transition month.\u00a0Winter and Spring alternate daily. And on a cold,\u00a0rainswept Saturday afternoon, I thought I’d have some fun and try writing\u00a0a poem\u00a0for the Friends of the West Roxbury Library 27th Annual Poetry contest<\/em>. The theme is mirror\/windows:<\/p>\n Before Me<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n Before me,<\/em><\/p>\n Before the mirror,<\/em><\/p>\n Was reflection<\/em><\/p>\n In a lake-pond<\/em><\/p>\n A mystical accident to see one\u2019s self<\/em><\/p>\n ——————————<\/em><\/p>\n Before me,<\/em><\/p>\n The mirror was miraculous craft,<\/em><\/p>\n An alchemist\u2019s work,<\/em><\/p>\n Reflection of self at one\u2019s whim<\/em><\/p>\n Amazing simulacrum of everything seen and found anew<\/em><\/p>\n ——————————–<\/em><\/p>\n Before me,<\/em><\/p>\n As a child,<\/em><\/p>\n The mirror was a fantastic window,<\/em><\/p>\n To a world in reverse,<\/em><\/p>\n Magically filled with the world backward-again<\/em><\/p>\n ———————————-<\/em><\/p>\n Before me,<\/em><\/p>\n As adolescent,<\/em><\/p>\n The mirror showed me, I thought,<\/em><\/p>\n Unsure and hopeful<\/em><\/p>\n A glimpse of the perspective of others<\/em><\/p>\n ———————————————<\/em><\/p>\n Before me,<\/em><\/p>\n Midway through my life<\/em><\/p>\n I see the years I wear,<\/em><\/p>\n Having never imagined being here,<\/em><\/p>\n Thinking of when I\u2019ll have no reflection, backward-again<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n copyright 2016 Magnus Incognito<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" March is not a destination month in New England.\u00a0 It is not known for seasonal magnificence: Neither snow, nor foliage, nurturing rains or fabulous beach weather.\u00a0 There are no songs about it. April might be great in Paris, but where … Continue reading