Veener

<br>thirteen miles on 31 are drying<br>all along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans<br>of masquerade<br><br>thirteen miles on 31 are drying<br>the sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten<br>drops of finger-paints<br>puddle jumping children clad<br>in yellow raincoats splash the deeper<br>purple of veneer<br><br>rows and rows of animals, their shiver skin<br>is painted different shades<br>and from grazing painted grass their teeth<br>are stained the incandescent green<br>indifferent they watch the rainfall steady<br>blend their spots and run their stripes<br>of veneer<br><br>lovely ladies strip themselves of furs the winds require<br>lovely ladies bathe themselves in technicolor mire<br>lovely gentlemen<br><br>at 85 on 31 I`m flying<br>flying