Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Lilacs


Why would i linger on the edge of a nervous night arguing 

about 

lanterns and gin playing over murky gurglings

where shadows pull polliwogs out

by the roots of their hairs 

chanting

of course,

there will be no lilacs there

when 

i could be here 

with you

and spring and buttercups and 

sugar cubes and cafe au lait streams

and of course there will be lilac 

dreams

and 

little daisies floating in our teacups when we wake up

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.

10 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s