Kimberly Vargas Agnese

French bread and tides

Hold my hand

on this buttery beach

where star fish and fiddler crabs 

romance  sands,

french bread and tides and moon light 

wait

to beckon

waxing candles,

which ripple over driftwood,

as we skip

here and there 

i am not sure whether or not

our footprints will ever 

wash away

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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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