Ted Jean
Annette Marie
busy sun gun searches
for little leaf in an avalanche
of ballistic light, and
mostly misses, but
our optical ontological brain
aches so
to seize it that it sees it
there: leaf
still, recognize:
leaf is a lace of space. got that?
between the impact of one photon
and the glancing kiss
of its nearest sister
lies an eternity of
no leaf
Bio
A carpenter, Ted writes, paints, plays tennis with lovely Lai Mei. Nominated twice for Best of the Net, and twice for a Pushcart Prize, his work appears in Beloit Poetry Journal, [PANK], DIAGRAM, Juked, dozens of other publications.