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When our cars touched
When you lifted the hood of mine
To see the intimate workings underneath,
When we were bound together
By a pulse of pure energy,
When my car like the princess
In the tale woke with a start,
I thought why not ride the rest of the way together.

By Linda Pastan

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Other poems by Linda Pastan:

• A New Poet
• Emily Dickinson
• Home For Thanksgiving
• Jump Cabling
• Meditation By The Stove
• Pears
• Petit Dejeuner
• Prosody 101
• Shadblow
• Something About The Trees
• The Happiest Day
• The New Dog
• To A Daughter Leaving Home
• Vermilion
• What We Want
• Wind Chill