Be hills.
 Be hark.
   Occasion in the sea slime
 and mammal with the so on.

 Suck and arrow.
Learn the lingo.
   A forehead. A frustration. Lava flowers
here and in the mad O.

I admit motion.

   Ponds bang about
the iridescent 
Call them lovers.
 When there are ponds,
   Call them hips.

        You are unknowable.
         You tiny afterlife.

 The lovers leave,

mulberry swim trunks, sweet
   wind chimes.

Each word sets off tulips.

This poem was one of the winners of the 2013 "Discovery" Poetry Contest.