“Everything Has Salt In It and Artichokes Fall From the Sky”

making hilarious music

unexpectedly

I not hearing them

will turn the corner walking down Union Street

the blue Packard pristine 1927 and undented

will edge out from the driveway

mom and dad and their four-year-old son

walking by the little one in blue jeans sweat shirt and

a fluffy pink tutu


I will not be making this up

the sky shall cut its edges into the line of maples brightly


now

here’s the question:

do you think all of this will come about because of the

way some oxygen molecules danced

a long time ago?