Sixty-One

Now the fifth daughter, on the twelfth night,
told the first father that things weren’t right.
"My complexion," she said, "is much too white."
He said, "come here & step into the light." He says, "Hmm, you’re right
let me tell the second mother this has been done."
But the second mother was with the seventh son
& they were both out on Highway Sixty-One.