its raining on a sunny day

fastforward nine years
free your eyes from the road
stretching miles
ahead into a desert
a landscape of thorns and lost dogs
wandering wandering lost to the world
lost of purpose
lost like alligators in the dark
alligators hitching a ride
thumbs at the work
the yellow center line veering from
its deviated path
out off the road onto the grass
the dew had smeared the paint very wide
making the passage of time glide along
smooth as a skate or a pheasants back
a partridge or even a mudpuppy being very still
stop and pick yourself up off the floor
recognize that what the mirrors are there for to reflect
the heat back up to the sun