Ray

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





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David Prater is an Australian-born writer, editor and parent. His interests include mince pies, ice hockey and Joy Division.

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