Survivors

After the last melt of snow,Before the sprouts of spring,A cattail— parched and joint-lessStands like an elder;Its once flowering spike broken bypiggled tufts of pollen.  New shoots and leaves frothing from belowwill soon sack this ancient warriorunless hooves...

The Velveteen Pillow

Back in my theatre days, I was given a mask-shaped pillow with the tragic face on one side and the comic face on the other. Sad. Happy. For years, to keep it pristine, I kept it inside the original cellophane. But sometime after my youngest son entered his teens, I...