Write a poem using these words: crash, crumpled paper, straw, gravel, ochre
Straw the color of ochre
a special name for a shade of yellow
why people feel they need all these special terms
I don't know
For no matter what you call it
if you crash to the ground
it still hurts
picking the gravel out of your knees
and not wanting to get up again
accusingly, crumpled paper stares at you
no matter how many times you say you don't care
it still is there
telling you that it knows you do
so pick it up
and resume the story