Snail. Is poetry a snail art?

Actually, I want to talk about the snail community I witness at the bus stop. At the garbage bin adjacent to the bus stop there are snails fully outside their shells seeking leaf. Also, on fennel plants. Is this what a line of poetry aspires (to). To seek and be fed.



To which, of course, references escargot. Guilty pleasures. Food out of shell.


(FYI: I'm not a fan of snail mail poetry submissions -- another topic.)