Red Mosquito

how lovely

here comes another bucket
carrying away the month with time in its teeth

how much fuller at the start than when it's gone

did you stop and smell one rose that I sent?
I sent them in my dreams from all this dirt
I did not cover them
up when they bloomed

when they bloomed
they bled
on the sky far away

blue as waves tossed the distance it takes

.which isn't much