Lewis and Clark in Idaho

Bit by bit, I am going through a flat box of flat things I had set aside to use in collages.

This is when I was going to make collages, 
on the model of my mother and so many other artists.

Some things I have thrown out. (It is becoming clearer and clearer to me that

I don't really like the glue factor involved in collaging; 
it is at once too messy and too permanent.)

Today, this orange-belted personage (by one of my grandchildren, but unsigned)

fell across this map of part of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, et voila!

A simple position adjustment was all that was needed,

And a whole new world opens out before me. . .

There is a poetic "form" called a cento.

It is made from lines of other poems.

I am not really sure this is a good idea, either,

but here is one as an example. 

Try it yourself; it is harder

than it looks.

Wolf Cento

Very quick. Very intense, like a wolf
at a live heart, the sun breaks down.
What is important is to avoid
the time allotted for disavowels
as the livid wound
leaves a trace leaves an abscess
takes its contraction for those clouds
that dip thunder & vanish
like rose leaves in closed jars.
Age approaches, slowly. But it cannot
crystal bone into thin air.
The small hours open their wounds for me.
This is a woman’s confession:
I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me.

Simone Muench

I got this at this link, where you can find the list of poets 

who each contributed a line.