Apple Showers

he wondered what
muse was late
at her door.

the dragon?
the firefly?
the angel?

then he told her
that it rained apples
while he slumbered last night
and that he awoke to
a yard full of
small red orbs.
"what do you think this means,"
he mused.

she told him it
was rather likely that
the apple tree was
listening into his dreams
again and knew he was
craving fresh apple cobbler.

she paused, "either that
or you need more fiber
in your diet."