Rosso

I write down, red on red.

I'm not a painstaking person, I call off, sometimes retrieve, more often just freeze out, forget, or rush. Out of any due course.

In this heatwave I build up a new time, which slows in my fingers,

No things at once, but my threads go together sometimes, not on a line and without any logical order, 

But in the end my day is done.