Heaven must be a library -
An acquaintance in boredom said -
With many open levels that are airy
And plush carpet on which to tread
With sliding ladders on the aisles -
Coffee on tap and a poofy chaise
On which to read the gilded titles
And infinite time to waste.
I replied I\'d love to meet her there
To help explore the nooks and crannies
And she promised me she\'d share -
To my surprise, spaces such as these.
That way, every now and then -
She could break from reading
And come find the alcove I\'m in
To see how I\'m doing.