Kimberly Vargas Agnese

While I was trying to grow a turtle shell…


I suppose,

I will sit here 

with a handful of feathers…

ready to paint the sky,

try 

to grow  a turtle shell,

line by line by 

line,

wander

through wisps of strips looking for lettuces

and in a blink of an eye-

litter grasses with leaves from places I’ve been…

I suppose those who picnic nearby 

may say

what a very ordinary extraordinary tortoise 

or then again,

they may not,

but that doesn’t really change anything does it?

imprints are still left 

on feathers..

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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