Kimberly Vargas Agnese

poem in an onion patch

i tend  to look for words in strings of matronly pearls,

silky orderly words

who promise to content themselves to grow in rows like onions,

and then  i rest

and watch for white clouds

on baby blue skies,

for flocks of bird songs to swirl around us

(the onions and i)

for abalone feathers to dribble ink into tide pool puddles

from a garden hose who wanders about making it his business to 

spray little girls

who find treasures watching for them…waiting for them 

on sands 

where starlings speak poesy

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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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