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Folded


03.07.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Nicole Yurcaba’s most recent poem to appear here was After Tarring the Corn Bin (February 2013).

Folded
By Nicole Yurcaba

I hope you never forget the poems I penned for you,
and if you ever cease to remember
may one of the three you secretly keep
  –folded small and square, tucked into your battered leather wallet–

fall upon gray gravels at your worn out Wolverine workboots.

  Say to yourself, as you bend in retrieval,
   “She loved me urgently; she seduced me with words.”



2 Responses to “Folded”

  1. Wow, Nicole. Poignant.

  2. Kay Middleton says:

    Excellent. This one made me sit up, read again, and sigh. The last line is the epiphany all poems should have instead of the “let me explain what I mean” last line.
    I can identify with this, as I am sure many poets can and will.

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