Pool

A banyan leaf, glossy green,

but in shape a folded tortilla,

its sides buttressed by skeletal ribs,

cups a remainder of yesterday’s rain

to form a recreational pool

for the insect high-diving from the stem.

 

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

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Male Beauty Speaks with Musical Voice

 

 

Skinny but cute in black tee and cranberry shorts

with golden blond hair attractively shaggy

sitting cross-legged on one of the tall chairs near

the windows, in a position I probably couldn’t

even get into,

 

Speaking softly in a sweet musical voice to his

friend across the table as they work on homework

for college,

 

Left-handed, he gestures with the long slender

fingers of his right, arm curving gracefully outward

as in the bird-flapping-wings movement

of tai chi,

 

And then, as he digs for something in his backpack,

he looks up and smiles, extending a shapely leg,

light-haired and lightly tanned and arching

a sandaled foot,

 

And I wish for a moment that I were thirty years

younger and back in the day when, under the

right circumstances, I might have been

the friend.

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper