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
