Rain

The place is deadly blue, her smile unknown, what the ancestors refused, hamstrung by swaying steps, she doesn’t hurt saying no, that dancing smile at rest, is looking for some news, takes your tales and shows, what you said you once knew, a passage to the blessed, young and free to bestow, light to the middle distance, catching a midnight choo choo, the engine steaming, she fills her boots, movement makes her selfless, she’ll warm her toes, in places without residence, where spirits gently flow