Mirror Game

I took you to the hall of mirrors

and we were

All reflected in the glass

I love you

Fun house fun house the carney yelled

and his voice

Drew us in like wide-eyed kittens

I hate you

Back and forth and smaller and smaller

Our images flung their forms

Through wall after wall

And I swear I thought they'd shatter

But they didn't

Just us

We come back again and again

To this same hall of mirrors

Where our images can stare back

And murmur in surprise at the

Pair of lovers hand in hand

Before the silvered glass

Christopher J. Cramer

February 16, 1981