Extra and Ordinary!

O' my world, you spun again.
On wheels, but the spokes were mine.
Splattered mud on those who thought,
nothing on those who'd never mind.
A pair of red flip-flops just crossed the street.
Oh, yes! they did.

I lit a cigar. I had to. May be I didn't.
Of what remained was enough,
the poetry of nature is seldom found in ink.
So I sat there. And they sat there.
And we sat there.

None raised a brow, she was one of us.
all looked within, none like her.
She saw me is what each thought,
but she saw me. I know she did!