Veneer

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