Wipers

 

People-watching

in a crowded mall.

They flow like

rain on a windshield.

A droplet hits the glass

alone.

Vehicle velocity

forces a choice.

The droplet

joins a rivulet.

They combine

and combine

forming line after line.

Gaining speed

and strength

and size,

then…

Whoosh!

Wipers.

Poem and Photo copyright by Mar Startari, 2019

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