Boy

His eyes are gently shaded,
a modest brow set above them.
The darkened lids are marked
by a comb of eyelash.
On his cheek, a sprinkling of whiskers;
his chin, a lonely tuft.
A squirming shock of hair caresses a bashful ear
then sidles across the jaw in the wind.
Its point seems attracted to the corner of his lips,
upturned simply in a weightless smile,
or some wordless dream.