Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Angel biscuits


Oh ladle our world with pails of Peace

as soft as angel biscuits

floating 

on fluttery napkins

as we fly in this picnic basket

above silky skies

to our special spot…

the spot where heaven grows white picket fences

next to marmalade trees

and all lost children

find their way

home 

to their very own spot around the family table,

where pails of peace are poured like honey

and everyone

has enough

to eat

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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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