busy sun gun searches
for little leaf in an avalanche
of ballistic light, and
mostly misses, but
our optical ontological brain
to seize it that it sees it
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
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.