On the sofa in jeans and cardigan
loosely buttoned over purple shirt,
low-cut canvas sneakers, navy Converse;
slender, blue-eyed, not a model but handsome.
With a friend, having a casual chat
at the coffeehouse on a sunny Saturday,
legs crossed, long-fingered hands; punctuating
his narrative with a quiet laugh.
Can’t hear the secrets he has to tell,
but when he smiles, I smile as well.
T. Allen Culpepper