Reading poetry to strangers [US]:
Tom Geddie: 'For the rest of the day, I drove through Northeast Texas, stopping to ask people if they knew April was National Poetry Month, and reading them poems. (One of the few problems with road trips is that they end.)
'I drove east past Zion Road and Horizon Road to stop in Fate.
'Inside the (city) limits of Fate, the first building I noticed on my left was the House of Pain. Turned out to be a place that sold "sportswear with attitude."
'I stopped at the tiny Fate post office to leave some words with the messenger.
"Do you know that it's National Poetry Month?"
"No," the clerk said.
"May I read you a poem?" '
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