though no one else
can see the green
these words first lay
no where else

a Yosemite green
in summer’s height
hiding yet
other heights

a pleasurable color
strangely serene
for all the bears
lurking there

on subsequent screens
or a page
the green is dead
long live the black

yet always
within the dark
this happy little color
wants to be right there

tucked away
just here
seldom seen
abiding seed