Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Strong as flowers


America seeps into cracks of sidewalks …
…seeps…
red graffiti like
petals of voices
…unheard…
…seeps protests
burning white hot as
hell’s collection
bills…
and red as pounds
of flesh stolen
from blue clad officers attacked
by moonlight …
….we bleed
by candle
light…
flicker… wane…and
pray…for fishes and loaves
and forgiveness and love to
drip like beads of
wax…pray
for
bandages
white
as
moonlight…
through
tear stained
glass windows ..
we
light candles … cry for
grace as
green
as
trees …forgiveness
as strong as
flowers

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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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