Poem - David Snodgrass

David Snodgrass I ran into David Snodgrassat Target two or so years back;he was pushing a cartwith a daughter I’d never met,his wife looking at clothes,much like mine was. In between the small talkand idle chit chatI asked how his poetry was coming along,since I never saw him read anymore.“Oh, I gave that up”he said. “No! No!” I protested,not seeing the ironyin giving it up, myself.“No, I grew my beard out,and started enunciating better,so I could be like you.” When our wives came backWe slowly shuffled our carts down the aislein opposite directions.