Kimberly Vargas Agnese

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 I must confess there is a page in my diary I’d like to rip out

and fold into a triangle til it is about the size of a potato chip

and the color of my Chihuahua’s ears

as she dashes around winter roses edged in pink

the shape of a pinwheel star rippling under a citrus tree,

where tangerine peels curl around the fingers of a breeze

and days get lost in Origami

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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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