PaleoPolish and Six

slip by happenstance,

slipped it right by the waking dream that leaves the mark

old tin of coffee

lard can full of cookies -

those chocolate cookies, you know, filled with a layer of white cream

calendar on the wall, open to April of 1963

and it has been there since April of 1963

slip by happenstance

slipped into the DNA and causes markers to pop right up

is it a picture or a clock on the wall

a picture of the son gone off to war -

the daughter who was killed in the motorcycle accident

two days after graduation

hit from behind outside the tastee-cone

/ blood and plastic everywhere /

the picture sat on the shelf for decades

looking like a clock

ticking away the same time after time

sometime

slip by happenstance

and a life changes with memories of puppets

and memories of foam-rubber skin and ping-pong ball eyes

little boys rolling red rubber balls and plastic parachute men

falling like spider webs

plastic parachute men

falling slow

look up in the sky

shield your eyes from the sun and the plastic parachute men

fall like feathers shed by a quiet bird

look up in the sky

look at the ancestors falling like plastic parachute men

falling like dew and falling like mist

like plastic parachutes

and when the first one tears you make a new one

make it from a bread bag

red, blue, and yellow polka dots give wonder

to the plastic parachute men

falling like manna from the old country