Tint (an acrostic poem)

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The color never seemed to matter to Jeff

If you wanted to make it fluorescent orange and lime green, he was cool with it

Nothing seemed to phase the man

That’s when I figured out the dude was extremely color blind

City (an acrostic poem)

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Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape

Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors

That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there

Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead