A SPORT of nature, THANK 
goodness, that’s what I am
from the family tree, a mutation 
I am sometimes MUTED
(that cannot be disputed)
But my heart is not BITTY
And I am occasionally WITTY.

Georg’ann

We knew ourselves to be LUCKY.
Exceedingly. Blessed beyond. 
Fortune smiling. Angels guarding. 
Carried this truth as if it were 
the season’s first ripe BERRY. 

AGONY of the world we know, 
less directly. Cognizant, 
striving for perspective 
and purpose. Our pleasures
at times shameful. 

Hall of mirrors, easy to lose 
the way. Reflections overwhelm.
Cannot make a ZIPPY escape. 
Crashing into ourselves, 
all complexity shatters. 
WITTY interlude resets. 

Heather