Red Open Blooming Poem by James McLain

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.