Pool (an acrostic poem)

Pushing the water aside as she knifed through the liquid

Oxygen greedily gulped in with every third stroke

Out the carbon dioxide bubbled through her nose into the water

Leaving them behind to pop behind her


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Toast (an acrostic poem)

Too much time had passed by the time he got to the scene

Obviously there was nothing left that could be salvaged

At best the remaining carbon could still be dated in like forty thousand years

Still he wanted to be able to reconstruct the past

Then the bread wouldn’t be burnt.


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