The reflection mimics me as I pass before it.
I stop to stare,
                               transfixed,
as water streaks disfgure in descending trails,
sometimes following the path of another,
and leave me disfigured.
I become slithering snakes, constant in motion.
My focus moves, re-assigned,
beyond my transparent doppeganger
and is lost somewhere between a severed limb
and a dandelion drowning on the front lawn.

Jeremy Anderson
Medical Records
Second Place, Poetry