i like the way you moved
with your little basket
full of apples
toward me
today
the smell of coffee made me think
you were there
among my books
there is a picture i want to show you
of a basket full of apples
and you
walking
it could have been a perfect
quiet evening
me sitting in a chair
seeing the rain fall
silently
quietly
you walk in
i hear the rain tapping on the ground
Miguel’s poems appear in The Lake, Book of Matches, Red Fern Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, Scapegoat Review, Last Leaves Magazine, The Bluebird Word, DarkWinter Literary Magazine and The Raven’s Perch. He likes to walk country roads at sunup and is friends with a heron that lives in the marsh near his home.
