There’s a book,

Somewhere in a office,

There’s a book

It has a title and an author

Someone put it there

It hasn’t been picked up,

Felt the warmth of a woman’s hands

Got supper spat on it

Got torn on a road trip

It sits in a quiet study

Tucked away for no particular reason

Dostoevsky was in the same office once

Buk too

There’s a book.

It has few grammar mistakes, reads well

Save for a few unneeded ramblings

It’s more or less like other books

But in the office, it sits there

In the quiet study,

There’s a book.