rainbow at the next rail curve.
Can u see a frock Flying through the rails With a life jammed inside Soaring with the breeze Torn frilled lace. Little frocky lives Across the river Down the pit. Where days on end Sun sets at midnight. She never saw a doll, a chalk, a hairpin Nor a papa shape. But was cuddled Over arrack mirth She wondered often, “Why does love hurt my thighs?” Yet not sad For she was denied a binary. Ate what is left slept Mamma out of sight. It was raining When she saw a rainbow slanting by. “Little doggie dear, We shall watch it clear In the next rail curve. Let’s go run and swing on it.” Steps on bars Eyes up high She laughed aloud As they flew along The windy rails. A few feet past The wind blew hard Blind deafening grab. But She kissed her rainbow When tossed up high In the next rail curve.