I look out the window and wipe the fog off the glass into a heart shape.
|In the||clear glass||I can see|
|a girl in a||baseball cap, happily||strolling|
|with her dog||down||the road.|
I see a young man in a polka-dotted shirt performing a sad song,
|I see a||brave flower||blooming|
through the cracks of a city block, all alone, except for his friend, the shy moss.