Yesterdays

 I’m in the hallowed halls, the book lined walls

of the university library special collections,

researching the history of theatre in Canada.

Perusing reels of old newspapers on microfilm,

deep in the dark basement reading room.

Viewing print, and hazy old black and white photographs

searching the ads for coming attractions: travelling troupes

at the turn of the century, early 1900’s Edwardian era,

looking for news, and reviews of British plays

and actors, touring the colonies in their heydays.

write a poem based on a curious headlines, cartoon, or other journalistic tidbit from yesterdays.