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