Reread this poem by Christopher Knapp.
SACRED
You took my hand one time only:
at our parting, which surprised you.
After thousands of words and hundreds of meals
had passed, you put my hand in yours, one time.
Your hand was sandpaper, callused and rough,
fingers fixed to curl around a plow,
nails caked with dirt from morning prayers.
It felt like home against mine.
You took my hand one time only,
before I caught the bus to leave Kornaka.
You took my hand and said “my son,
remember the telephone
is sacred.”
Which part of the poem uses line breaks to surprise its readers?
A. the last two lines
B. first two lines
C. the middle stanza
D. the first stanza