Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Just ice

He slipped 

and fell through a 

crack in the sidewalk  today,

all because of ice

just ice,

clinked into 

a soda machine 

outside a row of cubicles 

where rationalizations

refused to care

about folks

freezing

in cardboard 

homes…..about  people

mopping up “justice”

with their 

hair

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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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