The sight outside is trying to hide

Away from all who could see it

 The engine was burning bit by bit

Becoming what rhymes with it

“You nit!” will fit, she sit

She looked at the sky and the rainbow was visual

So beautiful for all to see yet only she could behold it

The flower patch stood before

In a beautiful summer haze

They lay together under the apple trees.

This is a collective poem from the Literary Potlatch, written by the participants on the day, with each of them only able to see the previous line.  At present, the image accompanying it is a stock photo but we would really love someone to respond to the poem visually, as only an original image can possibly do it justice. Full credit will of course be given. Please email rochesterlitfest@gmail.com if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you