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