Kimberly Vargas Agnese

September’s daughter 


she leaves a towel to soak in sunshine for a little while

somewhere 

where summer’s dirt…fades
 

and breezes pick up pumpkin colored leaves 

and Nature dashes about encouraging young bulbs to think of picnics with tulips
 

like the earth she blooms upon 

 
she too,

will pick up her towel before winter rains 

wash leaves out of her hair

for it is in her nature, to do that sort of thing…

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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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