The Person Who Knows
Every person I work with knows
something better than me.
My job is to listen long enough
to find it and use it
My mother
would like this porch swing,
this tree
and that tree,
the
sunlight leaning.
I am
still enough
for a
doe. Her white tail alert,
her soft
eyes. She comes to me slowly,
places
her head on the porch railing.
We look to understand each other.
"You are sad," she
says. I am sad.
____ AKSHR
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