Knot (an acrostic poem)

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Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease

Noting where the rope had begun to fray

Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting

There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows

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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