As a follow up to my last post, I add these wonderful (sad) lines:
The song I have come to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my life
stringing and unstringing
And the photo is appropriate, since it is of kilims I didn't buy in Santa Fe—beautiful, old, beyond my price range. But I can love them from afar, love them this way, in memory, and not feel too regretful.
As with the song I came to sing, since I think I've just hummed along with several others. I've had no shortage of music, my heart is glad to say.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Kilims