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 lives in Seattle and  frequently thinks about Yosemite. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in Mien Magazine, The American Journal of Poetry,  Pacifica Poetry Review, Right Hand Pointing, Eunoia Review, Silver Birch Press, Whiskey Rye Review, Off The Coast Literary Review and other places. Right Hand Pointing published her chapbook, "Last Note" in 2019.