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‘Idiot!’ I cursed

as failure jumped

with all its weight

onto the seesaw of my faith

sending subtler memories of success

flying though the air


it took a while

for failure to get bored

with the lack of movement


with a sigh she left

to search for her flown friend

so they could meet again

across the seesaw

and, together, know lightness