Green on green on green on green

so green, sprung green.

Walking down & down & down & down

to Cedar Sink

and the barely seen

sinking little snake

of green river

poking its spines

from underground.

And then all

the trout lilies &

hillsides of celandine poppy

all goldfinch yellow &

giant while trillium &

Dutchman’s breeches &

the 54 degree F thick

scent of cave air &

even more underneath

the obscene,

obscene

green.