The Red Bike

is red

like Mars, like lava

in a hot volcano,

is old, like a

Grandpa’s gray hair

on the floor of a barber shop,

is deflated,

like an old car tire,

like its own tires,

is beat up, like a

fighter after a long hard

fight or a favorite pair of

sneakers no longer nice and bright.

By Chloe, 5th grade

Photo by funebre via Flickr