Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Stephanie picks roses for Shabbat 


 Stephanie’s sweet seashell eyes 
look to 
ancient skies …red 
seas in Kiddush cups part
grains of sand … and there
are faces… this one for 
Abraham and
that one for Abraham … my 
 daughter picks
pink roses for Shabbat 
how did Abraham’s promise 
become my daughter, my
heart my 
everyday promise
Stephanie picks roses for
Shabbat

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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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