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 -
Latté 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.
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