Of Middle Eastern descent, I think,
unless maybe it’s South Asian,
but now as American as they come.
Black hair, glasses, light brown skin,
with his father; he’s the son,
a young adult, looks quick and smart,
apparently interested in fine arts.
He’s good at choosing neutral colors–
not for me, but on him they work:
taupe shirt, short-sleeve, in cotton,
slate-grey shorts, moccasins,
all subtle, but a little quirky.
The father, in his late fifties perhaps,
less notably dressed, but a distinguished man,
still trim, with greying hair, moustache,
looks wise, as if he’d never be rash;
emotions contained, never off the map.
I happen to notice them totally at random.
Side by side, they walk in tandem;
the pair of them could be called handsome.
It’s minds that interest me this time, though;
I’d like to converse with them both.
T. Allen Culpepper