She seemed so elegant as she pointed at the art
as she glided through the small space.
I stay in place, fear of breaking things,
buffalo-style.
While she took record of the place we
beheld,
I side-eyed to behold her.
I did what I could.
Grace seemed her byword,
though I wouldn’t hear her speak
for quite some time.

When I looked down,
I noticed she wore Adidas Sambas,
just like me.
However different we may be,
there was something that bonded us.

“Hardly a conversation starter,” I thought,
and continued to gaze,
contentedly viewing this work of art
among so many others.