Red Open Blooming

when their is standing room only pumping no more fat free milk some have left to spray on the bloom red open blooming the eye it's lid but half opens when after the full moon it rises and falls lush green leaves of the huckleberry bush creamy white lips pulling to hard from the straw at the end and drinking it all she comes home in the morning i ride night and late noon when traffic is slow and the rose is too full the moon reapears opening the curtain each face is made clear i pack up the crate, out back in the rear as spring turns to summer when winters to long, the snow reapears then like the swan rendered fat it is gone.