A Path of Stepping Stones

I walked past the front gate and strolled down the block to the community garden, looking for a fresh path to trace. Along a patch of damp black soil between two rows of butter lettuce, a muddy depression broke the walking trail. Instead of circling around, I knelt down and gathered four smooth terracotta tile shards left beside a broken planter. Placing each piece flat across the mud at precise strides, I pressed down firmly with my palms to bed them into the earth. I hummed a brisk, melodic four-note scale to test each step, satisfied with the clean, steady walkway now connecting the garden beds.also, I have no idea what happened with the mouth