In profile, a tousled dark-blond mop
tops a pale-skinned Germanic face
graced with a prominent but not unattractive nose;
those grey-blue eyes that would in lively conversation blaze
glaze over now, fighting study-induced sleep.
Green cable-knit sweater still on over mustard shirt
from earlier chill, but with shorts that reveal
pale, hairy legs crossed, with feet bare,
up on chair, slide sandals cast aside,
glass held high but sipping only water now,
shutting down his laptop, stretching arms wide and then rising–
at five-ish on a Sunday afternoon,
done with the scholar’s grind,
something more like fun now in mind.
T. Allen Culpepper