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