Trish Saunders

A Brief Startling Image

When a door appeared in my living room,
I opened it—wouldn’t you?
that’s when the man flew in here
I’m lost, he panted, I never
learned the proper use of wings

I pitied him, but how beautiful
the green earth must have appeared
flying above it
for the first time.

Trish Saunders is hopeful about November 2020