Pass/Failed
Who decides
the grade drawn from life’s debris?
What highlights
(purely luck) get an A?
Are points
deducted when the creeks overflow?
Pictures don’t
do the scenery justice–earning a C
because the light wasn’t right.
We come
in second, a solid silver B.
In the
unusual seasons, when we gallop past the D-
straight on to failure in our big-girl boots.
Those are
the seconds of destiny we carry as ghost-friends
shadows from which we are never unsewn.
