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 Honolulu and, in her imagination, near Crater Lake, Oregon. Her poetry appears in The American Journal of Poetry, Califragile, Pacifica Poetry Review, Right Hand Pointing, Eunoia Review, Silver Birch Press, Seattle Poetry Bus, and other places. Right Hand Pointing published her chapbook, "Last Note" in 2019.