Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Granpa planted me in olive groves


you know…i
still look for you
granpa and
startle
into
soft familiar 
places 
every
time i see
ashkenazi eyes…

..for

one startling moment i
become a small dove wanting
to nestle in olive
groves

because once upon my childhood…
you were there 
planting me like tiny trees in
downy blankets … 
your soft winds rocking me to sleep

i 

still 

look for you granpa …

still

hear your
heartbeat in olive groves ..

still

feel your shalom in gentle breezes…

still think of you on Shabbat

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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