Louis McKee

Here you will find the Poem The New Theory of poet Louis McKee

The New Theory

A butterfly's wing
moving gracefully
in a still Asian dawn
works up a storm
that beats the hell
out of us in Pennsylvania.
I used to think it was
a woman somewhere
on he other side of the world,
turning, maybe, in her sleep,
or tossing the hair
from her face with a soft flip,
that has wakened me
on this lonely dark night,
not a sound, not a glint
of light out the window,
and no air at all
on this night when I need 
air, even if only
what comes of a butterfly
passing, or a woman
turning, or tossing her hair.


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