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