Strangers

On business cards and hotel stationary,
He writes,
Small messages and drawings of birds,
And now he leaves them,
Slipped between pages of public library books.


In a park, on a bench,
She writes,
Small gifts, written neatly on crudely torn pieces of a notebook,
And now she walks,
Scattering tiny mysteries for wandering souls,


At coffee shops and bus stops,
They write,
Thoughts left on napkins, initials carved in bark, remarks inked on bathroom walls,
And now thumbs on screen,
Messages for Strangers.

A social experiment by Pivot.