Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Glissade




Mary peeks through a burning bush

and tiptoes through dead nettles and ferns

until the tips of her slippers disappear

en pointe 

amidst coneflowers which guard the crown of the hill,

unclasping a cherub’s whisper from the locket around her neck,

in satin ribbons she arabesques down a switch grass slope 

around snow berries and lilacs…

angel’s trumpets taste her ankles as she glissades through wild flowers 

 

…………………………………………………………….

Glissade:

to slide down a hill

Or

a dance step

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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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  2. arabesque – what a beautiful word to describe ballet. It’s amazing how our body can perform such art and many waste it by just sitting on a couch eating crisps (potato chips). 🙂

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