Wrapped up like garbage

Naked in my own window

Sun reflecting mango

Limefruit and African apple

As the dice made poets of them

And the Indian women sell pussywillows

One time in the dew drop inn

If the seas of cities

Plant tears

Like a star’s bed

When you watched me breaking

The time I dropped your almost body down

— An exercise in mish-mashing lines by other poets to create something new. Original lines via Lucille Clifton’s poems.