Louis McKee Poems

Last night on the sports channel
I watched the rodeo.
Those cowboys have it right;
the best and the beauty of it.
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The blackthorn was his father's,
a piece of Ireland
that the old man could still get his hands around
even as his hands grew weak,
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Somewhere in Forster—was it Aspects of the Novel?—
there's something to the effect of,
How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?
I've always meant to check the quote, but I'm half afraid
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The perfect American Beauty Rose,
is it diminished
by the slag heaps on Rt. 11, just west
of Scranton, or by the dark cloud
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A butterfly's wing
moving gracefully
in a still Asian dawn
works up a storm
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