Poem: 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.

Ana Beatriz Ribeiro

A Global Studies doctoral degree holder and former newspaper reporter, avid eater, pseudo-philosopher and poet, occasion-propelled singer, semi-professional socializer, movie addict, Brazilian-American nomad. In this space, she will share some of her experiences and (mis)adventures regarding various topics, with special attention to social issues.

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