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 of
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 lovely ladies strip themselves
of furs the winds require lovely ladies bathe
themselves in technicolor mire lovely gentleman
at 85 on 31 i'm flying flying