The Sacred
After the teacher asked if anyone had
.....a sacred place
and the students fidgeted and shrank
in their chairs, the most serious of them all
.....said it was his car,
being in it alone, his tape deck playing
things he'd chosen, and others knew the truth
.....had been spoken
and began speaking about their rooms,
their hiding places, but the car kept coming up,
.....the car in motion,
music filling it, and sometimes one other person
who understood the bright altar of the dashboard
.....and how far away
a car could take him from the need
to speak, or to answer, the key
.....in having a key
and putting it in, and going.
Stephen Dunn
from Between Angels
Posted over on Applehouse Poetry
1 comment:
This is a good one--I've read it before, but nice to be reminded of it...
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