The red gown No longer Clinging to the curves Of a beautiful lady. Dressed for the party. Or Catching the cascading lights From a glitter ball at the dance. Or Hanging in a special place Inside her closet. Just waiting for the next time. The red gown Now lay on top of the open dumpster. Catching moonlight on the red sequins. The only splash of color in the monochrome back alley. The red gown. Left unwanted And forgotten. On a snowy winters night. Turning from red to white. Absorbing all that once was. A single snowflake At a time