shells signify life
and death you take me
to the beach salted water
Linguini like angel hair
waving in a special ocean
scene you bend with grace
elbow on the basketball
court you’re a foul
but in a mixing bowl
with grated radish,
chopped onion,
mustard, and mayonnaise
you’re a pleasure beyond
a bowtie so proper
especially when a slice
of black olive lands
in just the right spot
spaghetti you are
the reliable standard
