Beauty, a poem by David Mascellani at
Sanibell BV



written by: David Mascellani


Washing their hands
with soap and water
reminds Pat
that they are a person:
a self and soul in a body
who can catch
colds, flu, viruses, and diseases.

They sneeze into their elbow.
Their bathroom is spotless.
Their house is spotless.
Their lungs have a spot.
Their dog’s name is Spot.

They walk into their kitchen
and make themselves
a toasted cheese sandwich
with a cup of tea.

Sparrows and robins chirp
outside in their backyard.
Up above, in a tall tree,
a kookaburra laughs.

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