Criminal (A Scandinavian Painting)

He is small,
he is blond,
he looks lonely.

His shoes are worn,
the sole
of his left shoe
worn off.

His socks, dropped down,
are the color
we might label camel.

No smile,
no frown,
never raising his eyes
from the ground;

like a man just come
from days, perhaps weeks,
of hard labor,

a convict,
unbearably young:
and the line moves on.