Kimberly Vargas Agnese

for Egypt’s fallen palms…

ears hear mint talk tick speak  and sun light pours on thyme

heart beats…songs gone…sad springs

in reams of notes and sighs

he who nestles life beats in the poem of his hand…hears Egypt’s broken heart beat…

dead palm prints in the sand…

…and Jesus wept

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Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

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