By Vaishnavi R
I spy
an invisible wind
bending blades of grass
green blades of grass
soft and supple
creating ripples
The wind keeps blowing
i can see
the waves
tossing and turning
nearing and ebbing
while the air around me
is frozen
dead, pregnant with expectation
i spy
my eyes
like unsheathed swords
rip through the grasses
seeking out shadows
probing the hidden crevices
i keep seeking
but without heart
i keep looking
it keeps me full
for so long
i spy
through the looking glass
seeking things i had already forgotten
yet,
my eyes,
they keep going on
By Vaishnavi R
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