Unified Field Theory
At the high point of Territorial Road
just east of Tangent, Paul pulls over,
decants some citrus-flavored vodka
from a plastic pint in a paper bag
to an empty fast-food coffee cup,
takes a belt and a deep breath,
and watches as the winter sun
alights along the scrubby lea
beneath Pete’s Mountain.
Our boy begins to grasp
that the world whirls,
and that every wort
across its curve
Ted Jean writes, paints, and plays tennis with the lovely Lai Mei. His work appears in Beloit Poetry Journal, [PANK], DIAGRAM, Gargoyle, dozens of other publications.