Something different

We all turn, stop and look;
At the exotic beauty, as she arrives…
Grey market town, bus station,
We are all bewitched by her, amazed
We twist to listen to her words
She speaks in a language that none of us knows
We strain to hear, try not to stare
We watch from corners of eyes and half-turned heads
She is unique, warmth and something so different
We start to smile, still strain to listen
Follow her onto the bus.