a place called ordinary

for sure they do

these neighbors of mine

talking

that is

I would too you know

and

wondering

what the dickens will be the color

this time

of all the doors

on a plain white house

in a neighborhood

full of ordinary

on a summer's day

cause you see

this girl

all full of notions

and romantic

imagining other worlds

and fancy places

and often

the getting carried away

with pots of paint

reminiscent of Easter eggs

lined up on a counter

so joyous this thing

a palette of color

and a canvas to fill

so today once again

it's a door smiling back

welcoming change

out in the early

while the breeze gentle

and the air cool

but thick with birdsong

cicadas screaming

a din really

summer turned up loud

reminding this but a season

soon to change once again

so with a paint pot

and a brush

coloring a page in my book

and all the while

this summertime morning

filling the senses

and me

breathing deep of glory

and transition

seeing it now as a friend

a thing of beauty

just like a door

in a place called ordinary