Why Ask and Smoke
Every person I work with knows something better than me.
My job is to listen long enough to find it and use it
While I ask, my mouth and throat are full of smoke.
When I am asked, I must spit it out so as to answer.
Without the smoke there is nothing to say,
but without words I would not know where to look.
Without looking, I cannot find what I am looking for.
I cannot use what I cannot find,
so how can it be better than me?
It’s true that everyone knows something better than me
—but they don’t know how to listen.
____ AKSHR
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