By Xiping Ren
She goes
with slow steps,
the night says,
and reluctantly,
the door is closed,
a lonely chair behind
a lamp post stands
the window watches,
there
a figure stays.
Dumpster Diamonds
for Katie, my dumpster diamond
are
diamonds
dancing
by
the
dumpster.
Sparkling, twinkling,
glittering,
luminaries
of
light.
Moonlit,
sixteen
year
old
dumpster treasures.
Shimmering,
silhouettes,
prancing,
laughing,
on
a
starlit
sofa.
Parking
lot
ballerinas
pirouetting
beauties
of
night.
Dazzling,
dumpster
diamonds,
precious
midnight
jewels
of
light.
Nancy Allen
December 22, 2007