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
