This is the twenty-seventh poem created from either the first two or last two words from each written piece in an upcoming issue of Star 82 Review . I am told that this type of collage poem, that merges words from several writers, has an actual name, a " Cento ," Latin for "patchwork." Here is the poem that unites the community of writers that will appear in issue 7.3, upcoming mid-September or so. Look over a straw person’s day The new night outside has pockets of wind to dance Over untended eggs, cooling we sung to help at all been reading Big angels can beget from perfect ghosted companion The call to life be together just be This was nice even Old West court martial We thought wrong before I leave your feet platters filled