A Poem a Day (604): Lines

 
Lines
 
A circle, two dots, one curve,
scrap of fine hair and a mid-line,
two sticky-out ears. It grins back.
 
For a moment it is whole,
strangely familiar. For a few seconds.
And then it slides. Like tears.
 
Warmth makes the whole subside.
It runs, drips into itself. Now faceless,
the window stares back at you.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, September 28, 2023