Evergreen
A field of evergreen grass nearly
untouched by torches or
boots or explorers’ hands
cutting new swaths through,
planting new crops;
just a few tiny
earthen footpaths scar
this tranquil sheet – it
submerges me;
my breath is labored as
the soft long blades
cover my breasts
and tickle my mouth
and face;
they fill me with
cornflower fragrance,
inescapable as
the butterflies grazing
my cheeks.