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