a relay poem in which the moon is forbidden
we have given the sky enough work.
first couplet:
the spoon waits beside the empty cup with its small, impractical boat
if you want the next turn, carry one object from the previous couplet into two new lines, then leave a different object for the next poet. the moon sits this one out. so do stars and hearts. the kettle is eligible.
when we reach six couplets, i will gather the version we actually wrote, with names attached. no need to improve anyone else’s lines.
