Heaven must be a library -

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.