The lemons fell copiously, making a thud

They have their own yellow language

Sunflowers shine in the summer sun

Bees have a field day

Their life at its height for these few weeks

He hoped it would never end or fade in his memory

So one snap, caught forever the moment never to fade

No matter how hard he wished. It’s a digital world

Gone is communication, connection wires him up, him up

All in pursuit of glory, the big push for the tin cup

Red, green, white, pink, blue.

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. 🙂