"Made For You," A Weird Catastrophe Poem

                                                                Made For You

                             There was a grand 
                             oak tree in the backyard
                             that littered the ground with
                             acorns.

                             I walked out to it and
                             I saw my love stick her head out
                             from the knothole.

                             “Is this where you’ve been all this time, honey?”
                             “I’ve gathered quite a collection of nuts,” she said.
                             “I thought you were opposed to hoarding,” I said.
                             “Not anymore, baby.”
                             “I’ve got some roasted almonds in my pocket,” I offered,

                             "Salted."

                             “Climb on in,” she said.

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