Here's the first section of the entry poem.
"Dive right in.
Sip enchantment begin the green crawl out of earth.
Blue and red burn in the sky, high sunsets on your head.
Even when you dream that your name is collections of things
made things grown.
The thirst you've never mentioned aloud.
We give the blue of the blue that holds.
We might be breathing in the room
but we are extras in the middle of another gathering.
Get the facts straight.
The truth is, to replicate the shape of some natural order
would be crossing the border of what you are holding.
So much song overlaps--
its globe, a terrarium, that calls out diminished things.
The next four species will be the arizona blonde tarantula,
the desert mistletoe, phainopepla,
and the jumping cholla."