Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Dust on light


Yes,
we are dusty paint chipped windows 
which may streak 
with tears 
when it rains 
and we may quiver
when sunshine 
tickles our peelings
but on our very best days
light shines through our glasses
so much 
that even 
the flowers in a vase
on the 
kitchen tablecloth
feel 
loved

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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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