My thoughts are stuffed with pillows recently,
inspired by a sham that shows some stain,
compounded by a purchase bought for me –
a cushion filled with buckwheat hulls, a main
support I’ve taken to use frequently.
The sham is old – it’s more than served. It’s lain
too long abed. I looked and browsed, and face it –
I’m filled with will and down to now replace it.

(Ottava Rima)