came by excited to finally meet us. The felt fell too the seat and I hurried to keep up. I missed the roots on two watermelon plants when she took the hoe, her hands like freshly smoked buckskin like antique paper. She didn’t miss. That sprout lept into her hands.
Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter.
Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better
Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.