Tuesday, October 25, 2005

from "Rosa"

. . . Doing nothing was the doing:
the clean flame of her gaze
carved by a camera flash.

How she stood up
when they bent down to retrieve
her purse. That courtesy.


from the poem "Rosa" in Rita Dove's book On the Bus with Rosa Parks

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