I am always in such a hurry to post a musing that, often, my editing and revising go on and on and on after the post is originally published.
Sorry to say this was especially true for The Dark Hair of Her Lover .
Someone said that writing is like carpentry. Measure twice; cut once. Actually, I agree with many writers who have said that writing is like gardening: planting, watering, tilling, weeding, arranging, rearranging and, yes, pruning.
Poetry, like life, is a work in progress, I guess.
Thanks for bearing with me.