Rosa by Rita Dove
I came across this poem at the Palace of the Governors as well. I really need to read more Rita Dove anyway. She comes highly recommended by Heather.
P.S. I love being back in Austin, but it’s so freaking hot and humid! I’m going to melt!
Rosa
By Rita Dove
How she sat there,
the time right inside a place
so wrong it was ready.
That trim name with
its dream of a bench
to rest on. Her sensible coat.
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.
