Portrait of a Summer Scholar

He’s yawning forward

over crossed arms and a book

at a high table,

legs and sandaled feet dangling,

breakfast dishes pushed aside,

a good-looking youth,

dark-haired and bearded,

brown eyes deeply set

in bright, clear-skinned face,

at mid-morning on a Tuesday

at the end of June;

it’s hard to be a scholar

on a summer day.

Copyright 2015

T. Allen Culpepper

Sunday Scholar

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.

Copyright 2015

T. Allen Culpepper