Exchange of books
between friends, between lovers
not a casual thing
under the altar of the Random Encounter
I always imagine it to be
a ritual
The taking
worth of it's own little meeting
not far away, in a park nearby
not far away, in a park nearby
routine.exe has encountered a problem and needs to close
just long enough
to nurture expectations
The giving
more profound
not to be taken lightly
A signifier
of four hands
holding the same
and then a discussion
The same old need for a begining
and a closure
Not once things have happened
in that way
Thank God.