Poem by Jeremy Johnson
A glass messenger found amid a soft sun-pale shore.
Curiosity led me there, the following the sender implored:
"A bottle, a pen, and I are abandoned upon Tropical Rock
I ask not for food nor water, but for one to hear me talk.
I'll perish of this loneliness before starvation or thirst."
So I floated a note back to the sender:
"Come and save me first."
