/krē'āt/
im lost in another world,
my hand has a mind
of its own.
it controls the graphite
and makes
intricate lines,
[it creates].
i finish,
i sit back,
and take in
my creation.
"i thought you said you don't
know what fireworks are" he says.
i come back
to reality.
"i don't" i say.
"well, those look just like fireworks
in fact, it looks better
than fireworks"
"i doubt that" i say.
"we'll see about that" he says.
