Parker Things I’ve Written About

I’ve written about songs, colors, and trees

I've worked on poems about a breeze

I long to write about art and words

Of people that fly through the air like birds

I'd never write about the life of a rock

Or the smell of a disgusting sock

On the moon I would write about vastness in gray

Of a special rock, on a special day

When I'm alone I'll write about friends

Rainy days with lazy ends