Nicole Yurcaba’s most recent poem to appear here was Where are all the poems? (September 2012).
After Tarring the Corn Bin
By Nicole Yurcaba
Tar-fingerprints scar your ballcap
after I haphazardly retrieve it from the mud’s grasp
one afternoon when the wind blows it from your head
after we finish tarring the corn bin to seal its base’s cracks.
after I haphazardly retrieve it from the mud’s grasp
one afternoon when the wind blows it from your head
after we finish tarring the corn bin to seal its base’s cracks.
Despite my tar-licked gloves
I never think twice about bending to retrieve your hat.
I never think about removing my blackened gloves
before retrieving what is rightfully yours,
holding it an instant in my hands–gently, carefully, cautiously.
I never think about the unintentional blackness, conspicuous on the
hat’s tan twill.
Love the verses.