Listening to a Funeral Oration for Rosa Parks
at the Gas Pump
And late enough for me to pull into the station
without queueing up, ignition off, radio on.
I was a pearl onion caught between the big toes of a gas pump,
my week'd been crazy with nothing going on,
a daughter who'd just passed her driving test,
now she's got a California license,
and I'm coming back from the DMV, running again,
slide my ATM card through the slot,
hear the Michigan Governor eulogize Citizen Rosa,
who sat down so that we could stand up,
when it seemed everyone got out of their cars,
filling up on all those free words.