My pencil moves like a ballet dancer
Doing twirls, big leaps

Green shines like the stoplight
On the street
Hanging over the cars
Like how you hang over your paper,
Hesitating.

You are like
A book’s beautiful,
Bountiful, fanning pages
Moving swiftly
and fast as a bee searching for
pollen.

You are a best friend to my
Paper, helping carry on the story
From point A to point B.