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.