My state allows us to compost human remains
I imagine a flower
growing from your mouth

violet or weed? who cares really—

be a place for bones to meet
& mingle with roots of a big-leaf maple

better than being tossed

into the sea—
although that also has rewards.

good companions, in the ocean.
smart, too.

only a whale finds its way home by singing.

Selected bySara Clancy
Image credit:Photo by Emily Goodhart
Trish Saunders

Trish Saunders's poems are published or forthcoming in Right Hand Pointing, Chiron Review, The American Journal of Poetry, Off The Coast, Pacifica Review, among others. She lives in Seattle, formerly Honolulu.