it's a shame (about ray? no, just the way the sunlight hits the window's triple-glaze revealing all your childrens' fingerprints & you thought you'd cleaned it yesterday that pristine pane never stood a chance anyway (you mutter to yourself, leaning in to some andante (or was it al dente? never! solo piano courtesy of a faraway classic fm station you never knew existed (until now . . . you realize the smudge marks are also on the outside of the glass (& that hurts, too, you're powerless against it! shine on, ray! or was that roy (drop the toy (a little soy? oh you beautiful (grubby (radiant little boy
oh i love this
O hai, Adam! Glad you like it, I suspect it might be the beginning of my ‘dad poems’ period.