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 and, in her imagination, from the shores of Crater Lake, Oregon. Her poems and micro-fiction are published or forthcoming in Right Hand Pointing, Eunoia Review, Califragile, Blast Furnace Press, Off The Coast, Pacifica Poetry Review, among others. She is hopeful for November 2020.