Group (an acrostic poem)

Gathering of people of similar mind to each other

Really makes them a tribe

Outwardly they are one with each other

Until you look closer.  There they embrace their differences

People transforming from individuals to something more

 

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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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