Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Bubble

i cannot gather 

your dandelion seedlings 

when winds 

choose

to chase them,

nor carry

your hopes

as delicate as bubbles

in my pocket…

but sometimes

i get to sit 

with you on warm rocks

and drink 

hot chocolate 

around the camp fire

while you 

play your harmonica…

both of us watching

our prayers 

spot heaven

somewhere above 

the Jordan

you, me and the night sky

waiting 

for Love to wrap its blanket

around our shoulders

and carry us 

home

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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