You sit, suspending your critique <br />Of Venuses and nymphs at play, <br />While a few scattered strollers creak <br />Slowly across the floor's parquet. <br /> <br />Beside you on the bench, your purse <br />(Capacious well-worn leather) shows <br />A slumped, collapsed look. You, no worse <br />For touring, strike a fresher pose - <br /> <br />On your smooth legs your forearms crossed. <br />Your blond hair, in a single fold <br />Over your shoulder, makes a glossed <br />And negligent descent of gold. <br /> <br />Though such natural grace and style <br />Seems something only art supplies, <br />You now, with a distracted smile, <br />Among the static beauties, rise.<br /><br />Timothy Steele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-in-a-museum/
