but it’s too hot to move
this Sunday afternoon
so I intrude on the life
of an old poet I admire
marveling at how drab he seems
compared to his mind
while his image walks
the same streets I know so
so well
oh Frank, if you are reading this now
and you might be, knowing how you love
words on a page
like so
please do not be offended
your pen gave birth to mine
along with William and Emily—
but really mostly you
which is why it is not right for me to criticize
your weight or height or general stature
and besides
I should be at the gym
this Sunday afternoon
but it’s too hot to move
and I missed missing you