BLACK CAT POEMS
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To One Dead
by: Maxwell Bodenheim (1892-1954)
Shaking nights, noons tame and dust-quiet, and wind-broken days
Were hands modelling your face.
Yet people glanced at you and pass on.
And now they speak of you,
Quickly weighing tiny, stray chips of you:
They who did not know you.
poems by Maxwell Bodenheim