Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Both


Does my tea cup hold mystery 

or 

just tea or

both,

should  I 

only

sip from the edge of an eastern cup

or 

hold its western stem 

too?

does the weather man 

also

hear the wind whisper ?

dare I 

bury my feet in clay 

clutch a string between my fingers

hold a kite within my eyes

as it dances?

welcome 

steamy clouds which arise from my china cup

to kiss my face?

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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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