And she placed
On the deck like
A five dollar bill
And a scrap of paper...
All wet...almost as if they needed very sincere handling...
he took them with utmost care
Exhaling over them
To dry them a bit...
Even sent a whiff of air from his mouth...
They were needed to be dried...
'they were to be returned
But it rained...
So...'
She remained muted...
Apologetic a bit...
he took the bill
Useless still
For him
And kept it in a locker
And the scrap of paper
he took
To work on...
To put it to some magnanimous use...
To derive a whole world out of it...
The design of a past...
The present static electricity...
The future...a possibility of an invention...
Something rare...
Something sterling...
Something as compassion...
Something as long as the Principle of Relativity...
Something equatorial...
Something like once provoked Archimedes to hit
Bouyancy of liquid...
Something for philos
To reach out to meet agape...
Something that held the Infinite...
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