beyond the frame

just outside the frame of this poem
i sit in SFO with a plane an hour and a half late
at 6:51 am
we’ve already been here for a while
but in the frame of the poem
i am reaching out beyond this page
to say hello
tip my strong coffee in your direction
in salute to your tenacity
keep going
there’s no fame for a poet or singer-songwriter
you do it for something else
an inner fire
touched off by an influence from your growing up
a mom a sister a teacher a lover
who saw some potential in you
loved your short story
write me another
you misspelled realise again
it has a z

4-1-24

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