I dreamed I was dying,
not unhappy,
merely insistent
that when I was dead
my friends must turn
all my books
so their spines faced
the walls.
Only then
would my spirit
be certain
this is no longer
my home.
M. Anne Vespry 17 February, 2000
Although I do understand that by putting this up online I'm making
it easy for people to take, I would appreciate it if folk didn't
swipe it. Ask me, and nine times out of ten
I'll give my permission.