Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Anicca


Sometimes 

we hold Impermanence

as though she 

were 

a cluster

that could be held-

everlasting gems flowing over the brim of a diamond studded purse

sometimes 

we don’t notice

how daisies drip

sherbet colored icecream dew,

expect butterflys to swim in winter,

and go looking for her

amongst fallen leaves and things

a bit of lipstick here and there…

forget who paints the sky…

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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