Deep shades abound here, are earth-stained.
The road’s slate hue is lightened by a layer of clay
which creeps beyond the boundary of the shoulder
and spills out onto the sweltering highway.
I keep a disinterested eye there as it rushes by,
the better of my focus being drawn to the dash
where her feet lay bare,
crossed, pious and restful,
and dusted tan with the road’s kisses.