1) When was the last time you saw somebody in public reading a poetry book? (ie on the subway, in a park, et al?)

Great question, Steven; I really can't think of anything in recent memory. Although, if *I* count, a notable experience would have been reading Daniel F. Bradley's "A Boy's First Book of Chlamydia" while on the Lakeshore West GO-Train. A woman actually spied what I was reading and changed seats.

2) What was it?

See above.

3) What snap judgments did you make?

I was proud because I may have been the only one who wasn't reading the Da Vinci Code or playing Sudoku on the entire twelve-car train. No kidding.