Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Turn 


Hate pings off

desert heat waves

and so…

gathering memories amidst 

falling scrapnel

i turn 

my hard shell back

towards 

grey pellets…

and squeeze 

my eyes 

shut,

huddle in falling leaves

’til

Clematis vines and twines around me,

‘and my nose trusts 

the smell of honey again

slowly 

my eyes open 

to blue skies and swallows and doves and

once again 

i look for

love 

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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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