A BLADE of grass bends
A WHIRL of insects rising up
SHYLY, a rabbit appears

Georg’ann

This THING I once enjoyed has become a CHORE,
it’s not clear when it happened
Yet it is apparent if I continue,
it SHALL deplete me completely
It’s not easy to admit, I fear
disappointing myself,
and you as well
SHYLY, I ask to be released

Heather