my failures are dandelions
they pop up, stand front and center
for a while
bold as hell
bright as brass
not asking permission
when one day they turn
into hundreds of little airborne dreams
my failures are dandelions
they show up plain and visible
they stand there long enough
for everyone to judge
then they loosen
lift and the wind takes
what looks like an ending
and scatters it into ten more chances
the wind has always been on my side
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