Tall and lean in skinny jeans
over leather desert boots,
tightly fitting printed shirt,
a blue button-up with sleeves
rolled high, brown hair styled just so.
sweater, glasses, tight black cap
pushed back on buzzed blond
head, smooth face, skinny black jeans,
rich voice, but girlish giggle.
Angel in an unexpected venue,
blond perfection behind me for a moment,
but, like youth itself, in a flash
the apparition disappears from view.
Straw-haired kid in blazer,
like me, there on his own,
but he’s happy, singing.
Straight couple in band T-shirts;
both are short, about my height;
he’s not bad–light beard, knit cap,
small plugs in his ears, brown eyes.
Two South Asian boys:
one bubbly, knows all the words;
the other stoic.
T. Allen Culpepper