Hard-
ly listening
heroically to
the FM classical
station—as it continues
to conjure-
up illimitable
piano quintets or
something similar-
ly prattling and swimmy
of Schubert's or
whomever—from my parked
car's little speakers—I'm nonetheless
powerless
to turn
the ignition—and combust
forever
this pretty
precious and powerful
moment
of pure and
decent
taking-or-leaving.
