I Spied
She spies the ants in bewilderment
A linear and meandering path
Undulating like a wave on a flat ocean
They are deliberate and sure
The ant spies the girl with indifference
Her path is unknown and random
Undulating in and out of reality
Her scars are deliberate and self-inflicted
The woman spies the man
His path is like the girl and the ant
Undulating like a pot of boiling water
The wounds he exacts are deep and copious
Copyright © John Trainer | Year Posted 2014
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