Kimberly Vargas Agnese

forgiveness as strong as flowers


america seeps into cracks of sidewalks …

…seeps…

red graffiti like

petals of voices

…unheard… 

…seeps protests 

burning white hot as

hell’s collection 

bills…

and red as pounds 

of flesh stolen 

from blue clad officers attacked 

by moonlight …

….we bleed

by candle

light… 

flicker… wane…and

pray…for fishes and loaves 

and forgiveness and love to

drip like beads of

wax…pray 

for 

bandages 

white 

as

moonlight… 

through 

tear stained

glass windows ..

we

light candles … cry for

grace as 

green 

as 

trees …forgiveness

as strong as 

flowers

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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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