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