BLACK CAT POEMS
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by: Maxwell Bodenheim (1892-1954)
Grey, drooping-shouldered bushes scrape the edges
Of bending swirls of yellow-white
So do my thoughts meet the wind-scattered color of you.
A green-shadowed trance of water
Is splintered to little, white tasseled awakenings
By the beat of long, black oars.
So do my thoughts enter yours.
Split, brown-blue clouds press into each other
Over hills dressed in mute, clinging haze.
So do my thoughts slowly form
Over the draped mystery of you.
poems by Maxwell Bodenheim