a head statue of beethoven
sat on the piano.
my brother won it at a recital.
the face looked a lot like our neighbor.
it wasn’t made of ceramic or marble,
just some sort of plastic,
but it lasted and
no matter where we were in the room and
no matter what age or mood we were in,
that statue always seemed to stare at us,
remind us that
perfection was always so near
always so attainable
if we would just keep trying.
painting by colorsetbrushes