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You drew a dragon on my window
in condensation there
its body fractured along planes of least resistance
crawling
fragmenting in slowly gelid drops
down trails like holes across the gaps in its conception
chasing its inception
outside this simple model on virgin surface drawn
evoking radioactive traces, spreading changing places
in nuclear-dragon fashion
until the mist is gone . . .
beads of moisture
spattered
. . . blank glass
lacking pattern.
When mist returns
different dragons draw across my window's surface
shape different dragon passions.