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