gather
gloomy moss
from your fists
array a wreath of longing
from whatever’s left
of woodsy wandering
leave a memory
of what’s never been
let us germinate
gather
gloomy moss
from your fists
array a wreath of longing
from whatever’s left
of woodsy wandering
leave a memory
of what’s never been
let us germinate
The Word Rummager 
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