Kimberly Vargas Agnese

According to Loukas,


a white frost cat licks edges of concrete,

still and cold,

the winds won’t play there anymore

where silvery dawn grasses

and splashes of ice

wash over grasshopper bones 

in this frozen dew of 

wounding 

and yet

it’s just a season, my love

a silver chalice season made to melt over Warbler’s song

melt into mists undoing looming, dooming, frozen deaths

see, Freesia bulbs in fall and dew on twigs….

fairy cups in spring 

oh come let us adore Him

…Loukas 22:42

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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