Little shell of a poem,
I wanted to send you into the world
rich with meaning—mine.

Here you come back
empty-hulled.

Anyone with dregs to share, pile in.
Seaweed or champagne,

it’s all the same to me,
an extra oar would be welcome.

Image credit:Kamil Porembiński

Trish Saunders writes from Seattle and Honolulu.  Her poems and micro-fiction are published or forthcoming in Pacifica Poetry Review, Seattle Poetry Bus, Pacific Voices, Eunoia Review, Califragile, Right Hand Pointing, Blast Furnace Press, Off The Coast, Fat Damsel, among many others.