Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Granpa planted me


you know…i

still look for you

granpa and

startle

into

soft familiar 

places 

every

time i see

ashkenazi eyes…
..for
one startling moment i

become a small dove wanting

to nestle in olive

groves
because once upon my childhood…

you were there 

planting me like tiny trees in

downy blankets … 

your soft winds rocking me to sleep
i 
still 
look for you granpa …
still
hear your

heartbeat in olive groves ..
still
feel your shalom in gentle breezes…
still think of you on 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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