shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Ted Jean

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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