MIRROR

When the wood
grain invites you in
do you dare oblige
or meet its stare
and realize that 
you invited it 
there first

When the woods 
invite you in
maybe they're 
sitting in your 
parlour just to 
warm their toes
by the fire 

A fair trade
when you roast 
off a hank of 
that flesh do 
you suppose whose 
feet get dusted off
at the other's egress

When returning 
from a campout 
if a book is 
missing from 
your shelf, 
now you 
know why.