Red Pen

I saw a red pen on a bench

Walking back from class

It must've wrote ten thousand words

It's cap was in the grass

It could've drawn a little portrait of the sky

But the sky is not red so I think the reason why

This red pen was left here on this bench was to

Give me a reminder of the little things in life

The things like strawberries on a Sunday afternoon

And a gentle saunter down along the boulevard in June

Taking turns on the trampoline; Imagine new realities