What do you have in your pocket?
We have the makings of a southern live oak.
After rummaging through daydreams
Where agape desire sleeps
At the heart of our story, softly evergreen,
Sprawling
Through sunny days and nights so gusty
Storms ruffle our tender leaves.
Yet we let go, twisted and dusty
Left to watch how the light weaves
Our love across a sprawling green.
The Word Rummager 
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