Tim Tipton

I feel ordinary 

I feel ordinary
In yellow weather, fresh clouds, and
damp new air
I feel ordinary
While the sea wind wails and
Sight seeing birds come lingering by
I feel ordinary
When I stand beneath the jacaranda trees
And the midnight-blue purple buds
burst open over my head
I feel ordinary
When the song of the tranquil sway
Brings me to tears.