The end is in sight. I have drafts of the remaining poems to work on and hope to start next week pretty much done. For this prompt: Pick a public place with a lot of foot traffic. Select a concrete noun (tree, wax, mouse, window). Hold or display a sign inviting people to contribute their definitions, or talk about what they think about when they hear that word; or, walk around and ask random people. Collect a minimum of ten definitions, and use those words to write your poem. Do not include the chosen noun anywhere in the poem’s body or title: So Dry Even Insects Don’t Live There
Other crowd sourcing:
Misky: A Dog’s Tale
Richard Walker: some people
Gary Glauber: Bling Thing
Barbara C: Quenched
Kelly Nelson: Before I’ve Had My Coffee
A.K. Afferez: i just can’t seem to think of it as a star
Roxanna Bennett: Old Grow
Yes, we do have new names. I challenged Fate. This is what happens. Enjoy. I will see you tomorrow for an interesting method of gathering found material.
Margo Roby: Wordgathering 
julespaige
25/04/2015 at 11:02 am
It was very interesting when we visited the Florida Keys. Some of the coral facades on buildings had red in them… from the Sahara. From millions of years ago.
New form time:
https://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/2015/04/25/mimi-4-25-s/
margo roby
25/04/2015 at 11:12 am
Oh, cool! I love that.
On my way.