Fog on the Window

Riding the bus on a cold winter day
white fog frosts the window like
steam on the mirror after a shower.
I used to write on the mirror,
but it never did me any good,
so now I write on the windows.
You can write anything, draw
a heart or a smile and it might
even give you a smile back.
You can always blow new breath
and have a blank slate; I wish I were
the fog on the window.

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