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.