Encounter
A poem by Mark J. Mitchell
Encounter
Thirty-three years ago
you met a neo-classical poet
in North Beach. Properly
disheveled, he held forth
in perfect pentameter while you
pushed your Duncan, Snyder, Ginsberg
into your backpack. “But,” he said,
“you don’t think what
I just said is poetry,
do you?” His eyes
accused you as he re-tied
his four-in-hand.
You never saw him
again, even on the 30 bus.
But you wish these were couplets
as heroic as that little man.

About the Author:
Mark J. Mitchell has been a working poet for 50 years. He’s the author of five full-length collections, and six chapbooks. His latest collection is Something To Be from Pski’s Porch Publishing. A novel, A Book of Lost Songs is sue out in 2023.He’s fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Dante, and his wife, activist Joan Juster. He lives in San Francisco
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January 10, 2024 at 12:32 PM
For me, it would have Olson in place Ginsberg and the venue in NYC. I was too young to even read Frost wisely then.
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