The poem is read from top to bottom;
the numbers are the order in which lines were contributed.
All are welcome to add any number of lines, anywhere in the poem.
/msg me your line(s) and location: beginning, end, or between two adjacent lines.
Punctuation and capitalization will be adjusted to accommodate new lines.
To read the poem as it was after only N lines were added,
skip over any line with a number greater than N.
Drive a wedge in.
| 12 | It was late summer, | etouffee |
| 11 | only five weeks left--- | Rapscallion |
| 24 | lucky number; five points of a star; and yet | Pandeism Fish |
| 13 | a typical sidewalkless suburb | etouffee |
| 1 | in a most unusual location. | raincomplex |
| 6 | She kept the most usual routine. | OldMiner |
| 10 | Walking along the railroad tracks | Estelore |
| 3 | and before dawn burned away the night's dew, | raincomplex |
| 2 | she met an unusual man | NanceMuse |
| 4 | who was drifting among the flowers, | GhettoAardvark |
| 9 | sitting by an old fence, and his mind was | raincomplex |
| 16 | carefully sublimating bad intentions, lest one escape | colonelmustard |
| 5 | like a wayward milkseed tossed on the wind. | GhettoAardvark |
| 7 | With a dose of sweet-laced courage, | cassparadox |
| 15 | she strolled up, and leaned forward to | grundoon |
| 17 | speak; but his roughshod pre-emption | DTal |
| 14 | saccharine, burning his throat, | DimView |
| 18 | caught his voice. And she leaned over him still | raincomplex |
| 19 | inquisitive, wondering how he could be parched | etouffee |
| 8 | with a bottle in his hand, | The Custodian |
| 21 | wrapped her fingers round his, a question rising, | tentative |
| 25 | voice like thunder, shudder and plunder | IWhoSawTheFace |
| 20 | and then I woke up. | Wasps |
| 22 | Unhurried, alone, slowly rising from the sheets, | tentative |
| 26 | a tangle of legs, hair & candy crumbs warm from late | synechdouche |
| 23 | morning body heat, not quite a sweat | lizardinlaw |
26 lines by 19 noders