Restart (an acrostic poem)

Rust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy

Eroding the metal shell

Slowly stealing away the car’s soul

Transforming into reddish-brown dust

Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal

Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge

The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting

 

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One thought on “Restart (an acrostic poem)

  1. My stepfather had a project car just like that when I was a teenager. Delightfully bright blue, no front seat and grass grown around it enough to completely cover the windows… It was a fun place to hide for a teen introvert.

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