Routine (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door

Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway

Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work

There she punched the time clock and began her shift

In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes

Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different

Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it

 

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Go For It (an acrostic poem)

Green traffic light cuts the darkness

Opening the way for me

 

Feeling the pavement pass under my wheels

Outside becomes surreal

Racing through this new reality

 

Itching to shift it into the next gear

Throwing caution to the wind, I do it

 

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Caution (an acrostic poem)

Cliff looked at the oncoming traffic

All it would take is one step, and it would be all over

Unless they could get help to him in time

Then it would be even more pain

It was too risky of a plan

Oncoming traffic still whizzed by, oblivious to all this

Nope, it was none of their concern

 

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