Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Stepping

as i wander barefoot 

up this grassy hill i

wonder a little 

where i’m going,

a bobbie pin falls

amongst golden yarrows

and the sky cups 

white clouds 

in it’s hand…

the hem of my white dress billows

above my feet and

my hair floats…

floats above 

wild oats rippling

up and over 

and somewhere beyond misty 

stepping stones 

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