The ice cream melted on her hand

What a milky sticky mess

But it tasted so good

That it took away the senses

Of the time it was nice

That’s why at Christmas he received an orange

And if just one time we do not

We must try again, lest we let the chance slip by.

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. 

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