upon hearing (several words) she might (or not) have said

i found a poetry left behind in a basket of discarded words, a penny each, the going rate for thoughts or —

so I hear.

we have symmetry when we speak, I hope – ear to ear – I want to write in yawning loops; I want to write you: “you make me want to write”

and say it with such undeniable probity that nothing denies this the property of firmitude, and leave it all — yet — to windy chance.

I found this in my pockets; I’ll leave all I have with you, and take all this here

with me.

Mila (Jacob Stetser)

Mila is a writer, photographer, poet & technologist.

He shares here his thoughts on Buddhism, living compassionately, social media, building community,
& anything else that interests him.

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