Thirteen Miles On 31 Are Drying



All Along Adopt-a-highway Lay The Empty Cans Of



Masquerade



Thirteen Miles On 31 Are Drying



The Sky Is Lavender With Ivory Clouds That Threaten



Drops The Finger-paints



Puddle Jumping Children Clad



In Yellow Raincoats Splash The Deeper



Purple Of Veneer




Rows And Rows Of Animals, Their Shiver Skin



Is Painted Different Shades



And From Grazing Painted Grass Their Teeth



Are Stained The Incandescent Green



Indifferent They Watch The Rainfall Steady



Blend Their Spots And Run Their Stripes



Of Veneer




At 85 On 31 I'm Flying



Flying